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SULLY: SIXTEEN MONTHS
One more thing to keep:my
second grandson, just
pre-speech, tripping on a toy,
skidding, bump and yowl,
and tears, real tears,
coursing down his cheeks,
until Jessie, cooing, lifts
and holds him to her,
so it's over, but as
they're leaving for home,
he and I alone a moment
in the room where he fell,
he flops down again,
to show me, look,
how it came to pass,
this terrible thing, trilling
syllables for me, no
words yet, but notes,
with hurt in them, and cries,
and that greater cry
that lurks just behind:
right here, he's saying,
on this spot precisely,
here it happened, and yes,
I answer, yes, and so
have the chance to lift him,
too, to hold him, light
and lithe, against me, too.
One more thing to keep:my
second grandson, just
pre-speech, tripping on a toy,
skidding, bump and yowl,
and tears, real tears,
coursing down his cheeks,
until Jessie, cooing, lifts
and holds him to her,
so it's over, but as
they're leaving for home,
he and I alone a moment
in the room where he fell,
he flops down again,
to show me, look,
how it came to pass,
this terrible thing, trilling
syllables for me, no
words yet, but notes,
with hurt in them, and cries,
and that greater cry
that lurks just behind:
right here, he's saying,
on this spot precisely,
here it happened, and yes,
I answer, yes, and so
have the chance to lift him,
too, to hold him, light
and lithe, against me, too.