by Pamela L. Laskin
What I Love
Bones
singing over them,
dancing
when they are on the forest floor.
Imah
the light of her eyes
the lightening of her voice
she has taught me
to be strong
but in Abba's presence
she is quiet,
but he is a wolf.
I love the wolf
the way he cares for his family
his hands are large as leaves
and their shadows.
I love the drum, the whistle, the cry
archaeology,
where is his fossil from?
Jamil
I love Jamil,
I gave to him
before he requested it
and would gladly give again.
I would kill him with such cherishing.
His bones
beautiful
like a bird's
ready to fly.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Pamela L. Laskin is a lecturer in the English Department at The City College as well as director of The Poetry Outreach Center. She is the published author of five picture books; two young adult novels (VISITATION RITES, 2011, the latest); five books of poetry (FERTILE GODDESSES, Pudding House Press and VAN GOGH'S EAR, Cervena Barva Press, the latest) and countless poems, essays and stories. She teaches Children's Writing to Graduate students and counts herself blessed to be able to write and teach wonderful young people.
Last updated October 17, 2014