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all poems and photographs
© by Maya Stein
all poems and photographs
© by Maya Stein
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Saturday, August 12, 2006
everything new again
a poem to my nephew on the occasion of his birth
you have no idea what an airplane is
or what blue looks like
or how to tie shoes or unlock doors or break someone's heart.
you've entered as innocent as water, forgiving as the moon,
and looking at you I, too, can unremember the stars,
the view from Macchu Picchu, the shape of ferns
and triangles, the sticky taste of peanut butter, the smell
of a single lily in a glass vase.
Look how easily you've made
everything new again, and how deep
in the palm of your hand you hold the
tiniest bloom of a secret no one can know:
what will call to you to be touched,
to be held and kept close.
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6 comments:
Congrats on the new person in your life and in your family. So much for him to learn about and so much for you to relearn as you watch him grow up. Children change us in ways we didn't even know we needed to be changed. Blessings to you all, Gail
I like "innocent as water". Well done, overall.
Lovely.
congratulations auntie maya, and auntie em!
this photo and your words split me open in ways i can't even describe.
what a wonderful gift to your nephew... to us all.
"look how easily you've made everything new again"
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something so touching here, so beautiful and promising and sad. Not sad like we know sad, but bittersweet in this understanding of what's to come. Lovely stuff girl. YOu really capture it here.
Congratulations on becoming an aunt!
Beautiful work....
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