Seconds old and shrieking
My blue baby
They said you couldn’t breathe
But you were warm
My blue baby
You were mine
Three years old and smiling
My blue baby
Sniffing cornflowers
They said you were all wrong
But you were all there
And my blue baby,
You were mine
Sweet sixteen and crying
My blue baby
They said you couldn’t feel
But you felt for him
And my blue baby,
You were mine
Twenty-seven and kissing
My blue baby
They said you wouldn’t last
But you were there
Dressed in white
And my blue baby,
You became his.
Opinions on this poem?
i agree with nancy - too many "blues"
other than that - i like it
Reply:I think it's very moving. But I think it would have more impact if you took out all the "blue's" until the last stanza. Make it more like a surprise to the reader. (Just my opinion!)
Reply:I understand completely where you are coming from, and where you ended up with this poem! I'll bet your daughter cried when you gave it to her at her wedding too. For that purpose it was a wonderful sentiment, for a poem to publish, it would need to be reworked, but it is beautiful as it is for why it is written. Thanks for sharing.
Reply:Its very interesting. I like it a lot.
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