ONE DAY...AT A TIME
The night
enters into the house.
It has the soft voice
of summer.
The moon, obedient
waits outside
tells a bird to be quiet.
The night enquires
about my health
asks me how
the cancer is
treating me.
I grin.
“We’re strange bedfellows
but...we get on! ”
“We have our
...moments.”
The night smiles
softly to herself
chats easily
as I fall asleep
listening to her soft voice
of summer.
When I awake
she has gone
and morning
grins
talks loudly
in that sunlight & birds
voice of his.
“Well, well
look who’s still here! ”
I grin
again.
“Hello...yourself! ”
*******
EVEN THE STARS STOP TO LISTEN
In her cradle
the baby plays
with the heavens.
I watch her
pretending to be asleep
a star on the tip
of each finger.
She scatters them
& laughs
when they drift miraculously
back into position.
The baby chuckles.
The stars out of breath.
I go
& pick her up
Cradle her
in my arms
croon her name
over & over.
Such a little
bundle of love.
Even the stars
stop to listen.
Even the cancer
smiles.
*******
STEALING MY LIFE
My future
slipping imperceptibly
away
but I
unwilling to die
steal my life
back from death.
The cancer
& I
both fighting for
my self.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/even-the-stars-stop-to-listen-for-lyn/
