For Thyrie: An Audio Poem
I keep saying I’m missing out on so much —
I’ve lost every aspect of growth in
front of me — I feel like I’m chasing
after it — losing my speed.
I’m trying . . . I swear, I am.
My family is increasing in numbers —
the beauty of life sheds her gifts
upon us, I am speechless.
My brothers keep me informed.
My phone is home to hundreds of
pictures of nieces and nephews
from the beginning of their time
here on this earth. I can watch
their growth as much as I want.
I can rewind — playback — fast forward,
and stop time digitally, but in real life . . .
Nothing can be halted.
I don’t have
that kind of power.
From the day he roared into this world,
I could tell Thyrie would be a thinker —
an observer. I saw it in his eyes.
His soul has been here before, it isn’t
its first time. I dream of the day
I will hold him close to me,
kiss his forehead, and sing him lullabies.
I am four hundred sixty-one miles
away from the call of his cries,
the kindness of his giggles, and the
wonderment smoothed behind his ears.
I am so far away but so close to
him — connected by blood — linked by
history. How did I get to be an
auntie of six? How?!
There is a nation rising up in
Thyrie’s heart — he’s got a grip
on this world already. I think he
knows what it needs — what we lack.
“There’s no pressure,” I whisper
to myself, but I can feel the intensity
of his stare. He will be infinite change —
on loan to us for years to come.
Are we prepared?
I have lived long enough to see my
siblings form their own families;
whether big or small, and I still tear up
reminiscing about their childhood.
When you can change a brother’s
diaper or give a sister her bottle or
help another brother learn how to swim,
while the youngest one watches on —
waits for his turn, or you cook, clean,
bathe, and rear up ones lagging behind
you in years — you gain wisdom.
In the eyes of this wondrous creation,
I see new beginnings and a world
I’m not so afraid to attack anymore.
I will call the day to me when I
will bask in his coos — be altered by his
smell. He has so much to teach me
and I am here to learn.
I am here to learn.
Originally published in The Junction via Medium.
*I wish I had more words to appropriately convey the joy I have in watching my family grow. I believe Thyrie will be another reason for me to load up my things and travel home and past home to just be with my people. Looking at him, it’s hard for me not to want to race as quickly as I can to him.
Thank you for reading and listening too.
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