If You Write It, They Will Pile Up - Poetry Vol II

A Poem For Chris (from his mother when he's almost 19)

When you were yet a new-born

"Hey Jude" would hush your cries.

You'd lie there, still, just waiting,

With big and watchful eyes.

The song would work its magic,

To calm your angry wail,

And lull you into quiet

Where listening would prevail.

Listening to a new thought,

Vanishing your woes.

So young, you were, and wise then,

To learn this useful pose.

And every time, it happened;

You'd cry, and then the song

Would stop you, make you listen,

And seem to right the wrong.

Well, many years have gone now,

And I have never found

A way to change a worry

So quickly as that sound.

But here's my wish for you, Chris:

That you will find again

A magic bit of music

To catch you now, as then.

To take you from a moment

When life is harsh and bleak,

And change it into new ways

Of happiness to seek.

- June 1987