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Jean Colonomos


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– for Sarah, Lou and Isabelle

 

                        1
She is as tuned to her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter
as a professional musician is to her violin.
Her soft notes, the same sounds more urgent,
knowing each meaning for her child’s cacophony of cries.
This mother doesn’t even gaze at the music;
her heart knows the parent-child score.
Now there’s a twenty-nine week old boy on the way
who’s the length and weight of a butternut squash
but I prefer the days when his size was referred to
as A raspberry, A small lime, A peach.
When this baby is born,
he will lose his fruit and vegetable status,
become William, Pablo, Amari, Tzi,
inscribed in the Book of Life.
                        2
As my granddaughter leaves the bathroom
on her father’s shoulders, she sings:
You’re a good manDaddy,
sending this man to the moon.                       
3
Hello to the Isabelle fairies:   
the cuddle fairy,
the GOT IT! independence day fairy,
the full moon fairy who wants what she wants,
the wisdom fairy who paints like life
up and down, up and down,
the compassionate fairy who nurses Elmo’s boo-boos,
the mischief fairy twirling ‘til she’s Izzy dizzy to avoid bedtime,
the sky blue scribble fairy, the color of creativity,
the divine giggle fairy,
the wonder fairy who stuns us.

 

© by Jean Colonomos.
Used with the author’s permission.

 

 

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Jean Colonomos began her career in the Arts as a member of the Martha Graham Dance Company. She lived and breathed dance and then wrote about it for various publications in New York City during the 1960s and ‘70s; during this time, she also became a poet and playwright. Jean's work has been published in several journals and her most recent chapbook is Art Farm. She lives in a small mountain town In Southern California. Lear more about her at jeancolonomos.weebly.com.

 

 


Post New Comment:
Jancan:
Truly beautiful and moving! Janice
Posted 08/29/2016 08:02 AM
Michael:
Jean, Love the phrase "the length and weight of a butternut squash." Such a fresh metaphor. Nice poem.--Michael Escoubas
Posted 08/28/2016 02:14 PM
Lori Levy:
Beautiful!
Posted 08/28/2016 10:43 AM
KevinArnold:
Wonderful.
Posted 08/28/2016 09:04 AM
Mikegoldenberg:
You have painted a lovely poem
Posted 08/28/2016 09:04 AM
Sarah Russell:
Love, love, love this. Smiles here on a Sunday morning.
Posted 08/28/2016 08:35 AM
Newf:
Just love this whole poem. Such imagery!
Posted 08/28/2016 03:41 AM
rhonasheridan:
Oh my! How I remember the butternut squash! Loved it.
Posted 08/28/2016 02:52 AM


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