For Fin's Mother (read the new poets)

I have not seen nor sipped
your adoration for Fin

no ma'am,
I have gotten drunk on it

the duality of motherhood,
essence caught and captured,
fathers too, but different
not lesser but concocted
in other ways

I go to battle for you,
I go to battle with you

it drives home the greatest truth
that took me years to fully appreciate

the best poems are not of nature
or love or sadness,
of fear and fates cursed,
tho all these here interspersed,
in this dominating, forgiving song,
pure ode to Fin, and every child

But something that is beyond complicated,
so multi colored, so beyond my elementary,
that I revert to something simple -
a summation of creation

God bless the child that's got his own

A mother and child union
that celebrates its reunion,
nay, it's unity,
in every kiss, touch and even,
even in every memory -
if that is all there is,
for the memories are just as real,
as if it but an instant passed