by D Shapiro
Hi Precious Gang, (July, 2022)
I found a poem I wrote from 1974 while changing Shauna’s diapers (actually probably not while changing them, but afterwards, reflecting on it!) For those who have done it, you’ll get it; for those who will one day do it (Hi James, Liam, Nate, Jackson, and yes, even Skyla and Weston!) you’ll see:
Hands awkwardly fumble
to capture a moment of the
fleeting passage
Aw meaning on so many levels (sunrise, sunset, swiftly go the years….!:)