by Samuel Pickwick
You belong,
I whisper to him in the dark
To me, Daddy, and God.
Sometimes I wince
Saying that last name.
I don’t trust Him enough
to own my son.
What if He takes you away?
I worry into his small soft ear.
Would You take him from me?
I look at him,
so perfect, so human -
And remember Who gave him to me,
Who entrusted one little life to me.
You belong,
I wonder aloud as I gently lay him down,
To me, Daddy, and God!
How can I pretend
To be in charge of life and death,
even his?
I open my hands
Trusting God our Father
to give, to take away.
I love how I can see this scene so clearly. I like the change of the voice in the second to last stanza...from a question mark to a positive affirmation of the fact.
ReplyDeleteI like the small ear part. And having to give up control of something like a parent protecting a kid is a strong emotional thing! Also, nicely structured, SP.
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