Frank Bana


Waiting For Lindsey

Poem by Frank Bana

A crib, a growing plant, a madonna’s rocking chair,
Moving images of shooting stars and moons:
What must be prepared for her arrival?
What should properly adorn the world she finds?

While she’s kicking in her evolution
In training to abandon the lake-like womb -
Summoned to be the embodiment of dreams –
The demand persists: how must we prepare?

Nothing of her future can be previsaged,
Nor her choices, nor her freedoms of choice:
The numbers swell in lines that bind the continents -
Some insisting on justice, some applying for bread.

A brightly multi-coloured mobile
A trunk of infant clothes, gifted and store-found
Await as first inheritance, closeted
In a slightly sunlit, meditative room.

Families of ducks gather outside the window.
So large our hopes of her, and
She so young and small -
Our questions burn the tongues of a hundred million more.


Comments about Waiting For Lindsey by Frank Bana

  • Pia Andersson (7/27/2006 6:45:00 AM)

    All the hope and dreams and wishing we have for our children You sum those feelings up so beautifully in this poem...one of my favourites-Pia(Report)Reply

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  • Poetry Hound (1/2/2006 10:16:00 AM)

    The anticipation of a parent. Well done, Frank. I've been in that wondering, hopeful state, so I could certainly relate.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 2, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 5, 2006