Poem

I wrote this poem after rocking my baby to sleep.

Line by Line

Sleeping curled upon my lap, 

while rocking to and fro,

is my one and only child of flesh,

born not many years ago.

He is not my first born,

for deep within me lives,

all that are my hopes and dreams,

the words I long to give.

I’ve written down all that makes me, me.

What I’ve seen, wished for, my every goal,

the words I have written,

are the children of my soul.

I love words, sung, written, spoken,

their passion and their power.

Mankind could never have come so far, 

for it is words which makes man tower.

Above all creatures, mankind towers,

in his ability to leave a trace,

of what he’s learned, where he’s been,

that time cannot erase.

I live for my children,

my son and my words too.

I want them to live on,

and be proud of what they do.

In silence I pray,

for the skill, and for the time.

Time to write my thoughts, my hopes,

to live out my life, line by line.

Debra Zannelli  8/96