| For Dylan, With Hope and
by Jennifer Hays
Like morning sun that bathes the craggy slope
With golden light and kisses all the trees;
Like gentle rain that brings with it the hope
Of future growth and green to ever please
The eye, my child of copper hair broke forth.
Like magic came he bringing hope and light
Collected in the lap of God. His worth?
Eternal, priceless treasure--soul so bright.
I bore a son but now I burdens bear.
Can I this living flame keep all aglow?
With faithful tinder light his pathway where
Supernal joy and hope will ever grow?
As we were tethered wholly part to part,
Now tethered must I keep him to my heart.
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