photo of the day (happy father’s day)

A Poem for Emily

Small fact and fingers and farthest one from me,
a hand’s width and two generations away,
in this still present I am fifty-three.
You are not yet a full day.

When I am sixty-three, when you are ten,
and you are neither closer nor as far,
your arms will fill with what you know by then,
the arithmetic and love we do and are.

When I by blood and luck am eighty-six
and you are someplace else and thirty-three
believing in sex and god and politics
with children who look not at all like me,

sometime I know you will have read them this
so they will know I love them and say so
and love their mother. Child, whatever is
is always or never was. Long ago,

a day I watched awhile beside your bed,
I wrote this down, a thing that might be kept
awhile, to tell you what I would have said
when you were who knows what and I was dead
which is I stood and loved you while you slept.

Miller Williams

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers out there (especially mine.)

Today at church, the Special Projects Choir sang this poem set to music. It is one of my favorites and always makes me cry. I think it’s an appropriate Father’s Day poem.  I hope it speaks to you the way it does to me.

Here’s a video of the section of the concert that my daughter participated in with the Youth Choir. They are singing the Amazing Grace part of the piece. Sorry about the quality — it’s a cell phone video. Enjoy!

~ by photobella on 20 June, 2010.

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