nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing…
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.
(and then… )
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
(and still…)
love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds
(and always…)
you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you’re young,whatever life you wear
it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever’s living will yourself become.
Your life becomes you, Jasper. I am blessed to be part of it. Happy 4th birthday, love.




















{ 11 comments }
A simply beautiful tribute. Happy 4th, Jasper!
Love. What a brilliant start to the day. Happy fourth to Jasper!
What an absolutely stunning birthday tribute–priceless!!
Wow – that’s just about the most beautiful birthday gift I’ve ever seen!
Mom to three tweenie daughters – it goes too fast…
When my son turned 4 this past January, I invited 16 (!) children to my home – which is not big, by the way – and made a “dirt” cake with gummi worms.
I wish I could have written a poem as beautiful as this instead.
Happy birthday Jasper!
nothing more powerful and touching that the words written by the heart of a mother
Beautiful! <3
Oh wow, beautiful post, Happy Birthday to Jasper.
Oh my goodness. This is beautiful, beautiful. Beautiful. Thank you.
I just found your site. I clicked on this particular entry. I read it thinking of my own son…his names is Jasper too. Happy Belated birthday to your sweet boy.
I have just discovered your blog, which I have been engrossed in for the past.. since whenever I put the kids to bed…
Then I found this post.
Your my new favourite blog.
E. E. Cummings rocks my socks!
But like lots of poets he needs to be read aloud… unfortunately my fiancée is not moved as I am.. (half asleep watching a fishing doco =P)
oxox
Comments on this entry are closed.