Jaclyn

Poem for my daughter Jaclyn, after a family disagreement.

JACLYN

When she was born, the umbilical cord was severed from her mother, tied and tucked to form her own belly button, feed her Id and Ego, Being.

When she was born her father refused to sever the umbilical tie that binds parent and child, skin on skin, heartbeat sleep, first tooth, first word, boyfriend, love, pain, synchronicity.

A father's umbilical cord stretches and contracts from a few inches to several miles at times, hardening as years wear on, tough to cut, to sever, to detach and then one day, out of the night sky, she wakes up and it's gone.

He wakes up and it's gone, recoiled from whatever distance was between them, a dried up, shrivelled and lifeless heap of love, coiled on the dirt floor and they find themselves alone on either side of an endless mirror searching for the door.

WayneRay 13:38, 2 December 2007 (UTC)WayneRay