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Lucy Simpson

Lucy Simpson
Monument, Colorado, United States
December 20
The Cleaner
I am a published poet and exhibited artist living in the shadow of the small, but lovely Mount Herman, a part of the majesty of the Rocky Mountains. I raise children, tend gardens, cook, write, clean, sculpt, read.....................................................................................


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FEBRUARY 23, 2012 11:48AM

Before I Loved You

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Before I Loved You

Where was joy,
if not in the basket
I brought you home in,
your face pinched red
like a cartoon character,
an emaciated Mr. Magoo?

Your full head of gold hair,
I should be so lucky
to have you so pretty,
so well formed
between my hip bones.

I grieve to have you out of me.
I bleed for a month -
The tiny frown of your umbilicus
stump fades.

I keep watch,
lest your breath falter,
but I do not love you yet.
That will come months later,
as you grow round in yourself,
as your eyes focus on what you want,
the red of your rattle.

The day I came to love you,
the sparrows were at the feeder,
ravening the seeds for their nestlings -
all of nature, anxious.
It was then I realized that the birds
were not singing, but shrieking,
“Live! Live!”

Lucy Simpson, 2/21/2012

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I can't tell you how much I love this. This is simply beautiful work, Lucy. ~r
I second Joan's comment. Truly lovely.

Something about falter/later/rattle shook me a little.
Very strong and lovely.
Yes, to all the above. I especially like the admission that the love for a child does not spring instantly into being, automatically, but that it occurs. That, to me, is wonderful.
Like Spike said, the realization that love comes not necessarily at the very first moment. This was a powerful poem, Lucy.