Thank Goodness that its Me

It begins

The stillness of the morning, ruptured by her beckoning

Full of wonder and bewilderment

Listless but full

And she, the blossoming menagerie

Whispers as she screams

The song I also sing

Thank Goodness that it’s me

To have, to hold, to see

All the mystery unfolding

The sunshine on the sill

The wind that shakes the trees

The unbearable sweetness

Of this thing I hold, her miles of morning

Blooming, rising, calling me

And she, the wondrous soliloquy

Smiles as she sings

A verse that’s wild and free

Thank goodness that it’s me

So rise, my darling

Light and life and death and darkness

Bundled in your tiny hands

Your smiling face

Your christmas striped pajamas

Mine, my own

My canvas sunrise

My soft breeze blowing

Ruffling this carpetbagging head of mine

And as you wake, I steadily believe

That everything will end alee

Thank goodness that it’s me