to a child

from a gleam in the eye
came the sky,
and the mountains,
and the oceans,
and the sun and the moon, too.
from the eye came all these.

yet, from a whisper in the night,
without sight,
without sound,
deep from the heart of us
came you.

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this poem was written after the birth of a daughter,
not just for her but for her sisters, too. It's
from Volume One titled, `I won't remember
your name,' copyright 1977. I know I
promised to publish the poems randomly
selected, but this is a favorite and merits
being front and center.