Fall?
No, it was Autumn.
Autumn, I carried on my shoulders;
Up onto the platform waiting for a train....
Autumn...
Heavy loaded sun on our bare necks and heads
I'd inhale, I embraced you.
Lightly sweet sweat salted dry heat sun baked scent of your hair on the verge of combustion.
Spending weekends adorned in silly string,
Chalk monsters and animal escapades,
Super bubbles, Sand pies and climbing
Up and down the playground
As I figured out how to be a father in thier sick and twisted game of sherades.
I crouched over and watched you as you slept once.
You awoke to find me watching you.
Smiled up with an infants brilliance
That satisfied with breadth and stride, endured, reverbed, in moments that would ride,
Forward out from the inside as if it were eternity...
Foolish me.
Fixated on the smiling baby
Swaddled in her innocence and infancy before me.
Walking your neighborhood in summer night.
To escape the tension of the mom and dad fight,
We looked up at the night time sky too see
Although you couldn't really talk then,
"Look Autumn, Crescent moon..."
"Crescent moon" she said,
after having pulled the baby bottle from her hoodied plump cheeked mouth and pointing up to the cloudless purple sky
moonlight captured perfectly and
Slivered in her eye as the swarm and carousel of shadows watched from dark corners and curtains of the houses we were walking by...
"Ben!! Ben!!," her baby voice shouted.
Never having said my name before,
Crying from the stroller
Imitating her mother's neglected cries,
I returned and kneeled on the floor to hold her...
Sleeping...
At my mothers house,
In my little brothers bed,
With you and your freshly bathed soft wet shampooed head;
Intoxicating, infatuating...
Fumes that once consumed are liberating restraining vivid pin and check point cause worth celebrating...
Buckling your safety belt, the day before your fifth birthday, after explaining why I had to leave, even I misunderstood.
"Be good" I said...
Before you rode off in the backseat of the car with your grandmother at the wheel...
"Remember Autumn"
I told her before I left
"...Remember..?"
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 2:27 AM UTC
Fall?
No, it was Autumn.
Autumn, I carried on my shoulders;
Up onto the platform waiting for a train....
Autumn...
Heavy loaded sun on our bare necks and heads
I'd inhale, I embraced you.
Lightly sweet sweat salted dry heat sun baked scent of your hair on the verge of combustion.
Spending weekends adorned in silly string,
Chalk monsters and animal escapades,
Super bubbles, Sand pies and climbing
Up and down the playground
As I figured out how to be a father in thier sick and twisted game of sherades.
I crouched over and watched you as you slept once.
You awoke to find me watching you.
Smiled up with an infants brilliance
That satisfied with breadth and stride, endured, reverbed, in moments that would ride,
Forward out from the inside as if it were eternity...
Foolish me.
Fixated on the smiling baby
Swaddled in her innocence and infancy before me.
Walking your neighborhood in summer night.
To escape the tension of the mom and dad fight,
We looked up at the night time sky too see
Although you couldn't really talk then,
"Look Autumn, Crescent moon..."
"Crescent moon" she said,
after having pulled the baby bottle from her hoodied plump cheeked mouth and pointing up to the cloudless purple sky
moonlight captured perfectly and
Slivered in her eye as the swarm and carousel of shadows watched from dark corners and curtains of the houses we were walking by...
"Ben!! Ben!!," her baby voice shouted.
Never having said my name before,
Crying from the stroller
Imitating her mother's neglected cries,
I returned and kneeled on the floor to hold her...
Sleeping...
At my mothers house,
In my little brothers bed,
With you and your freshly bathed soft wet shampooed head;
Intoxicating, infatuating...
Fumes that once consumed are liberating restraining vivid pin and check point cause worth celebrating...
Buckling your safety belt, the day before your fifth birthday, after explaining why I had to leave, even I misunderstood.
"Be good" I said...
Before you rode off in the backseat of the car with your grandmother at the wheel...
"Remember Autumn"
I told her before I left
"...Remember..?"
This is an anecdotal poem I wrote about my daughter, I did my best to remember all these details about when I used to spend time with her, I wasn't sure if I overdid it with the adjectives or if the emphasis was in all the wrong places, I might try to do it again from scratch
