“Galloped away from cold, hard, grey knives/ Crashed over the pains of labour/ Delivered myself/And a brown eyed baby.
December 12, 2014
As I sat down to write this post, it suddenly dawned on me: the adage that ‘Christmas is for children’ is not just a Hallmark card sentiment. In the Christian faith, the holiday evolves around the birth of a child.
Anyone who is a parent knows how having a child changes one’s life. That is the miracle.
The following are two poems featuring children from my point of view as an adult:
Contemporary Verse 2
by Tanya Lester
When we were kids, we three, my sisters and I
Rode the waves in the sea called Lake Winnipeg
On the backs of grey logs
Hammerhead sharks, scrambling armadillos, grey ponies
But when the waves stormed, crashed putrid yellow
Our mounts bucked, foamed at the mouth, whinnied for safety in their barns
Disgusted, we tossed them aside
Rode the waves with our strong bare thighs
Two decades or more later
I rode those waves again
Tossed aside tubes and clamps
Galloped away from cold, hard, grey knives
Crashed over the pains of labour
And a brown eyed baby.
A Pack of Kids
by Tanya Lester
After I catch my breath from running and calling to them
WATCH OUT FOR THE CARS
After we manage to get across eight traffic lanes
as we head home from Vimy Ridge Park
After I remind myself once again to call our city councillor
to lobby for a crosswalk or even a set of lights here
After I look around and stop being an adult
It seeps into every crack and crevice of my body
Pumps like blood into my heart
That all of us are happy
Stacey is happy because Clayton is walking next to her
Luke is happy because he’s running with a pack of kids
Darlene is happy because it’s 22 days to Luke’s birthday party
Mikey is happy because she’s holding my hand
Clayton is happy because Stacey has a crush on him
I’m happy because I’m finally happy being a child after 35 years
“No one is trying to pound anything into us or out of us.”
Did I say that?