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10.29.10 Posted in today's words by

Christina Marie Speed’s O, September appeared here in written and recorded form. Her lovely voice lends her clever words another dimension. In this poem she captures the dimension of a son’s voice and the texture of love. 

By Christina Marie Speed

Mama, Thank you for giving birth to my brother,
he says
out of a six-year-old
Skin, brown from sun,
heart warmed and clear,
dawn of love.
Eyes and hands
on Brother,
fingers tracing circles
on smallish shoulder bones.
Energy plays through
his body
and fresh love
ripples and births
creating a bright
new family blue.

2 Responses to “Blue”

  1. your love for your child radiates in this beautiful poem.

  2. Jessie carty says:

    Fantastic use if language especially the shoulder description 🙂

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