(a poem for my nephew)
In this poem you get to live on
as I had wished for you
when I first put pen to pad
And in writing
I search for you
inside the dark room
the windows are open now
I see you, and
like Martin, Malcolm, or Kennedy
you are forever the same
My back hurts sometimes
your aunt had an artery repaired
and as gray as I am
I had wished all these things for you
From the collection of poetry called “My World In Variables”
©Jacob Sylvester. All rights reserved. Use by permission only.
(a poem for Carol)
That first smile
that first hello
that spring
There will never
be again that
first
A man and woman child
making love searching
for themselves in each other
That first time
that joy
that oneness
They will never
find again that
innocence
From the collection of poetry called “My World In Variables”
©Jacob Sylvester. All rights reserved. Use by permission only.
