Wishes, for Alix by James A. Emanuel
December 4, 2009 at 2:51 am Leave a comment
Always searching,
may you find;
if you run-down
may you wind;
every year
may you grow
reaping only
what you sow
sowing only in the seed
what will ripen into need
what will sweeten to the touch
seeming little, being much.
.
May your playmates be a song,
may your friends just skip along
laughing you into their game
letting you remain the same
in their hearts and on their lips
even when their fingertips
have to let you go your way–
glad they saw Alix today.
.
1974 1978
Posted with permission of the poet. From The Force and the Reckoning (Detroit: Lotus Press, 2001) Copyright 2001 by James A. Emanuel. All rights reserved.
Entry filed under: About Writers and their Work. Tags: African-American poetry, American poetry, James A. Emanuel, poetry, Wishes for Alix.
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