At Fifteen Months
She has learned to walk and sing.
She stares out from her
calm eyes, watching the other
children move to and fro.
When music arrives, her
whole body starts keeping the
rhythm, bound to it like a bird
is bound to the wind.
When she laughs, all the world’s brightness
fills her mouth and resides there.
When she cries, it splits my heart.
Gentle and solid, she balances beautifully
her warmth and will, like a child sent
from the throes of a living mercy,
like a long-held hope weighing
sweetly in my arms.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Indie Poets Indeed” November 2015
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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.
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