Alphabet Days
by Ed Cashman
For Gail Sheerin, Dave Keating and baby Donnacha!
He senses an imperfect garden,
His every cry a cadence in your hearts.
There will be teething nights,
Tummy bugs,
Doctor’s jabs,
But this treasured now
Flickers
Dioramas of dancing colours
Whoosh what’s that?
Home like a story,
Miracle in a cosy onesie
Multiplies the practice of loving
To fierce obligation,
Sure as the placenames of youth -
Quivering handies
Crescent smile
Benedictive eyes
Pirouette the heart
To balletic leap
Proud pandemonium of unveiling
And who is he like?
Lambency of small hours
Dwelling of daysleep
Nightfeed nuzzle
Mammy, Daddy
Will change the bum
Hush the hunger tantrum
Cuddle him high to giggling air -
Such loving care strong as his grip.
May you discover anew
The fleecy skies
Flutter and chirp
Through warm summer green
Surging in the gaze of your newborn son,
See him bloom with his dinkies
And favourite bear,
Crawl to wondrousness of things,
Leg of chair,
Slope of door sleeper,
Scamper with a plastered knee
To brightness beyond the curtained pane…
Gail, Dave
This is your work of rearing
No book can teach
In these your alphabet days -
A for activity toy
B for bib
C for carrier
D for Donnacha