Raise you up to view it through your eyes

Fire alighting western skies

Burning daylight with scarlet flame

Our family portrait, horizon-framed

 

 

Your small hand rests atop my hair

Sand is cooling, toes are bare

That finger points, eyes want to know

What makes the heaven’s holy glow

 

 

“The sun.” I say with absurd pride

As if I myself had placed it in the sky

Your delighted smile then rivaled the star

Healed me like I had never been scarred

 

 

I stayed there long after my shoulder went numb

Content with the weight of that bony bum

Where else should a forest Mother be

But with her son, watching day sink into the sea?