Love Knows My Name

a poem for my son, my blessing

Love Knows My Name
(for Eli)

They say you cannot know love
until it knows you first.
But did you see my face in dreams,
as I saw yours?
Or did you pick it, at your leisure,
announcing to the waiting throngs that
"This one is mine."
In the warmth of secret,
could you know the way that the
saxophone moves me,
that raindrops and Chinese food sometimes make me cry?
Lying still in the dark,
did you memorize the candence of day,
the stealthy rhythms of forbidden night?
Could you hear the purpose of my heart in its beating?
Maybe not.
But when pink lips under blue eyes part, to say
"Mama," I'm sure
that love, it knows my name.

Author's Note

this is a poem I wrote for my son just before his first birthday; I'm not a great poet, but this one is from the heart.

Reviews

[Laughing-Bear]

I really enjoyed this poem. I loved how you right off the bat you introduced the face factor, as our faces are much like our fingerprints personal and unique. A beautiful expression of love that flows with a gentile shower. A lovely read.

Blessings Laughing-Bear

Also as I live primitive in the Bush I do not have regular access to the net, I was near an Internet sight and logging in downloaded your poem to my tabletop so I could read it at home by the fire when I had time. Is this all right to do this with your poems as I always delete such writings and only keep them on file with the author’s permission?

[Bhavya Kaushik]

Eh! This is so beautifully penned, I loved this write...so emotionally strong
Great work :)

[Charles D. Moorer]

We are all poets. Your son is fortunate to have you as his mother.

[Wildecat]

This is a beautiful tribute to your son, well done.