Milagro
we have seen many moons of tumbling leaves grown through long winters of short tempers we planted you with conversational silences hushed tones of ecstasy deep in my belly while rain fell and God spoke i thought of you long before you came i saw your skin the color of sand your eyes the color of wonder your innocence greater than the pyramids more precious than the jewels of the Nile in awe i watch you grow in the likeness of God and the image of me You are a greater gift than the sun my Child (c) 1992 Stefanie P. Worth Originally published in the 1992 Metro Times Summer Fiction Issue featuring a selection of Michigan's best emerging writers. You can find this poem in "Conversational Silences," available now through Lulu Press. |
| (c) 2007 Stefanie Worth |
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