Still brimming with awe,
and cuddling sweet against your
father’s welcoming cheek.
Still bizarre in the light of
your unique humour and stubborn
as the apple tree is strong in the
Turning One tomorrow and all the things
you’ve learned in that span –
to say a word, to grow in kindness and
in temperament, to laugh out loud.
All the things you still are – a soul
of amazing riches, thoughtful and gentle
and so sure of yourself.
Still entranced with all things small and new.
Still each day we awake to your beauty
as we look into your strange sea-coloured eyes
and bend to smell the strands of your wispy hair.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” July 2017
“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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