March 9, 2013

• Counting Caleb

  Woman, you have had enough
  of the tears,
  have heard too much
  of things no mother
  can bear to hear—
  and I cannot imagine
  how you wear your skin
  with so much inside you.

  I can offer crumbs of comfort,
  soft words do not ease
  the burn, the tear, the hurt—
  but I am counting Caleb,
  and giving him one thing
  mine to give.

  I will ask for words,
  and prayers,
  I will speak his name
  to people I meet,
  I will give him memory
  in the moment they hear.

  I will count Caleb all my life—
  because always Caleb counted,
  for you.

  (God bless you, lady…)

  Seven years ago, one of my poetry friends lost her son to cancer. I can’t imagine the hurt of that, but she told me today she wanted to have a copy of this done in calligraphy.

  And for those who may read this, a request?

  Please count Caleb.
  Copy this, and send it to people you know.
  His mom needs your thoughts, your prayers—or just your good wishes right now.

  There are things we can’t do of change…but we can count him…and let her know we do.

  Bright Blessings…

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