Your Name Is A Poem That Your Mother Spoke You were brand new, so brand new that no more than an hour ago, I witnessed your rather shocking and spectacular arrival to this funny blue and green planet we call home. You were surreally, so severely, new that my heart immediately soared and ached, that my brain reeled and seized over this brand new, great new, tiny new, fragile new, capital u, Unknown. For at no other point in my life has it been made more clear that I have no idea what I what I am doing. At that point my confusion was a pit, deep and dense within my stomach. It made me antsy, and it made me buggy. And your mother said it was adorable. “Adorable”. No...that’s your word now, Bethany. Your father felt far from adorable. He felt slightly …disconnected... a bit out of body, like he was observing himself in third person, like he was watching one of the biggest and boldest chapters of his life written into being. You were barely brand new when the doctor asked who was going to cut the umbilical cord...and (bless his 90-to-nothing heart) your buffoonishly befuddled father looked around for a volunteer …until it dawned that he was the prime volunteer. Then, when your father was handed the scissors …and in all his goofy grandeur... he grabbed them from the middle (...as if never before, in over thirty years of living, had he handled a pair before). Then the doctor (bless her patient heart) showed him that no, we hold scissors by the handles when we wish to use them. But, you know, as foolish as this makes your father sound… I would not have wished for your first moments to have been any different. Because here’s this pivotal life scene – unfolding spontaneously, improvisationaly, before our eyes – it’s a moment of stupendous weight – and here it is overcast with wonderful absurdity and comical confusion. It is filled –bristling, bustling and brimming- with positive, electric, emotion. For it was but moments ago that you were delivered into this world like a magic trick...a magic trick so amazing to behold that your dear ol' dad nearly lost it, because it’s the greatest magic trick that he has ever witnessed, and so it shall remain the one trick by which all others are judged. And so now here you are …so adorably, absurdly, beautifully, brand new... M. L. Michael 01/01/15
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Every Breath Poetic 