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Stages

At age 3 he wants to be big—strong just like his father.

There is comfort in those arms, both powerful and soft.

Dad can soothe a crying child, but also bring forth tears.

 

Age 6 he holds his mother, scared to be left at school,

The teacher’s tender touch takes away the trembles and

makes the traumatic act of parting feel smoother.

 

At 9 he wants to wake his mother; she has slept far too long.

He wants to know her dreams, why she doesn’t seem to stir.

She’s deep in peaceful sleep, he slowly closes the past.

 

A 12 year old runaway, he’s off to the great white north.

Walks slow like a newborn elk, taking his first steps from his parents.

Finds danger he is unready for, out there in the cold.

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

Chiabone’s Poems (8)

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