The only gift

I would have wanted

to put in your suitcase,

many of the things I haven’t,

those of our fables off the cuff – do you recall? –

The miraculous hot pack,

the berries that recovered all the wounds,

the fabulous linchpin

for your deeper desires,

the magical formula

that opened doors, secrets

and hard hearts.

Or just a big smile,

like an open window

in the morning sunlight.

Of all this I don’t have nothing now,

my baby son

except for love,

only sure to love you.

October 5, 2005