I spent some time this evening combing through the poems I've saved and bookmarked recently. These come from blogs I read and feeds I subscribe to. I end up bookmarking poem after poem but hardly ever find the time to go through them. Luckily I did find some time tonight and I came across this gem by Deborah Garrison.
"A Drink in the Night"
My eyes opened
at once for you were standing
by my side, you’d padded
in to ask for a drink in the night.
The cup was—-where?
Fallen down, behind?
Churning in the dishwater, downstairs?
Too tired to care, I cupped
my hand and tipped it
to you. You stared, gulped,
some cold down your chin.
Whispered, “Again!”
O wonder. You’d no idea
I could make a cup.
You’ve no idea what
I can do for you, or hope to.
Read the rest of the poem here.
I think this one stood out to me because raising children has been hard these last couple months. Not in a bad way, just in a challenging way. But there are always small moments like the one described by Garrison, moments that kind of melt your heart and remind you that it's all so worth it.
Please also visit Liz in Ink to check out the rest of the Poetry Friday round-up. And thats to Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast, the blog where I first read this poem. Oh, and read that article about Deborah Garrison I linked to above, it's pretty interesting.
Thanks for sharing -- I added it to a late post!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this fabulous poem. Garrison actually spoke at Dodge several years ago. I didn't love her work then, but I'm going to give her another read after hearing this poem.
ReplyDeleteGood like with your child-raising challenges. Nothing teaches compassion like having a child.
Compassion...and patience.
ReplyDeleteA gift in the midst of midnight blurriness and exhaustion - the grace of parenting. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem!
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