A few months old, my child was a weapon, used to tear heart, rend my soul |
My wife was pregnant, and there was a 70% chance of miscarriage, I stood by in helpless fear through the pregnancy, being the calm one, the strong one, and then the miraculous birth, the joy, of my child. Barbara, seeing my utter joy in this, had to use it against me. This poem was written, long ago, during a long wakeful night, when my wife was sleeping with my newborn daughter. She had had one of her usual fits of bi-polar madness and was once again, threatening to take my daughter from me, as soon as she had enough sleep to make the drive.A few months old, and Olivia was already a weapon in Barbara's hands, used to tear at my heart, rend my soul. "Asleep or Awake" - Oct 30, 1995 I held your hand with a calm look on my face I watched you sleep While a chaos of fear for my child, stirred my soul I feared for you, and the life you held within you While you slept I felt my soul meld with the new life there While you slept with my soul within you I felt her move, awake When you woke at the touch of my hand I saw her draw, her first quiet breath While you slept I, not you, felt her breath first, upon my cheek Months later waiting with chaos inside for When you awake That our melding will sunder I wish You could feel this soul within soul When asleep or awake That I feel as a melding two to one How do I tell you of my souls need While you sleep How do I tell you I need you your love my girl How do I tell you of my fear When you awake When you threaten to take my soul |