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Little boy born

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before sunset

your head a perfect dream,

your hair so soft and gold –

I make my amends at your stroller side

for pain before endured.

I kiss away the darkness that came without solace

and press your small body near.

Little boy of mine

good fortune comes

hard won and not without trial.

Love is everlasting, but never free

of the hardships that make a person appreciate

love

in the full of its glory.

Little child I adore

the smell of your skin

and the movement of your eyes.

I will do my best by you

and God willing, my best

I will not be denied.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Boston Poetry Magazine”

  

 

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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