“Born with a gift of laughter, and a sense that the world is mad” Rafael Sabatini
On the day that you were born
It was an honor to be with
Your mom, the experience a
Gift
A treasure of
Love and laughter
Now you’re almost a year, and
Your giggles are a
Welcomed, innocent sense
As your momma worries that
Your safety is in the
Hands of a cold cruel world
The promise of what was
In a place that’s gone mad.
First, I really enjoy the golden shovel format – every time I write or read one, I find something intriguing about it. In yours, I appreciate the quotation you chose and how you worked it. Especially liked ‘The promise of what was/In a place that’s gone mad.’ Not b/c I’m glad the place has gone mad; but b/c you brought the poem so seamlessly into the present moment. Well done and thank you!