Most of my life is easy…distractions— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
friends, peers, equals, sounding boards
those I’m defining myself with
and against.
But it gets harder when we press against
those unlike us in years or spirit;
our teenagers and preschoolers
and those we have to work with.
And yet how much of my energy do I spend
on the easy ground
and how sparsely do I meditate
on my sons and their growth.
gallagher
11 aug 84
san juan capistrano
Archive for the ‘Chris’ Category
1984-08-11
Saturday, August 11th, 19841985-05-05
Sunday, May 5th, 1985
A little boy has the chicken pox
his skin comes boiling
but its my heart
that talks....
He whines and twitches; it itches so bad,
and I look at his skin and I just get mad.
Love and anger, compassion and strain,
I ache for his innocence, so small against pain.
These moments are burnt of welling tears
hard passages through my mortal fears.
The love we feel, on this stage of death,
for all the vanished children and we who're left.
All this was mine, as I held his hand.
As his little courage
struggled so hard to stand.
All this was mine
...but, Dear God, I don't understand.
gallagher
5 may 85
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
1985-10-27
Sunday, October 27th, 1985All weekend Chris was here— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
how nice it was.
He, like Danny, is so flexible.
He gives me my space when I ask
and loves and is patient
until my heart calls
and
we play again.
Small eyes of trust and love.
How I hope my problems with your mother
will not come between our love
for my blood is full of you
and my heart is bound to your smiles
and
your small hugs.
Our time is so precious and so short
and this blood we share
is so rare.
It’s ours.
gallagher
27 Oct 85