Random word #2: Write

 

Write....

Anything, at anytime, anywhere

in your head, on your palm on the 

sole of your shoe

read it again and learn who you are

where you were, what you thought,

or never read it again

Ever.

A random word #1 - sensitive

My index finger landed on "sensitive".

I am that word, should tattoo it across my forehead

for all to see, to consider treading more softly 

allowing me to whisper a few words in the quiet

her skin is sensitive, that of a baby, quick to redden,

and yet I search for other sensitivities,  finding none

I notice my own where are the others

open the eyes and see

Owen Julian McKinnon

 

Owen launched like a rocket into this world a year ago

and left us so few months later

our grief now interwoven into our quotidian lives

I held him four times, count them, only when he was on the "end of life" list

how those words landed will always be remembered

and now what

we keep going, I guess, and we try again

to welcome a baby, a perfect one, who carries in them

Owen's spark.