ONE DAY...AT A TIME
The night
enters into the house.
It has the soft voice
of summer.
The moon, obedient
waits outside
tells a bird to be quiet.
The night enquires
about my health
asks me how
the cancer is
treating me.
I grin.
“We’re strange bedfellows
but...we get on! ”
“We have our
...moments.”
The night smiles
softly to herself
chats easily
as I fall asleep
listening to her soft voice
of summer.
When I awake
she has gone
and morning
grins
talks loudly
in that sunlight & birds
voice of his.
“Well, well
look who’s still here! ”
I grin
again.
“Hello...yourself! ”
*******
EVEN THE STARS STOP TO LISTEN
In her cradle
the baby plays
with the heavens.
I watch her
pretending to be asleep
a star on the tip
of each finger.
She scatters them
& laughs
when they drift miraculously
back into position.
The baby chuckles.
The stars out of breath.
I go
& pick her up
Cradle her
in my arms
croon her name
over & over.
Such a little
bundle of love.
Even the stars
stop to listen.
Even the cancer
smiles.
*******
STEALING MY LIFE
My future
slipping imperceptibly
away
but I
unwilling to die
steal my life
back from death.
The cancer
& I
both fighting for
my self.
Dear Dónall, I am not a fan of modern poetry, but One 'Day at a Time' is well presented and beautifully written. I am touched by it. I will read the rest of your poem later. Good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, My...I don't know If I should laugh...or cry... For comedy is here, In the tips of that baby's fingers... Yet tragedy...lingers... And yet, the pain Does not show. Donall, this is just beautiful. Thank you, my love, for sending this my way. Linney