![]() My brother and I at his high school graduation :) Since my "little" brother (he's 20) has been visiting this weekend--which is why I'm doing my usual Saturday post on Sunday--I thought it only fitting to share a poem about him. My dad (and favorite poet!) wrote this poem about my little brother when he was 8 years old. I think it's an absolutely beautiful poem that perfectly captures what I imagine to be the feelings of awe, love, and pure amazement that parents feel when watching their children grow. Knock Me Out Knock me out sometimes you do. Knock me off of my routine feet. And I love it. Your brother and sister do it too-- but now, this moment, it’s you. I’ll just see you sometimes-- maybe I’m boiling the pasta for dinner or telling you to pick up your backpack or put your dirty underwear in the basket-- but your vigor, the pure verve in your face stings me, pinches me awake, a gun to stun me alert, some needed volts to vault me over the bar of “do this, do that” that blocks my truly seeing you. I hear your raspy voice, I see your one dimple, or your new big front teeth gapped like my father’s and I come home. I come home-- and although I feel buckets of grief for missing any of my minutes on earth with you, I let those buckets fall-- too heavy—and instead hold you, behold you, son, alive, 8 years old, going on 8 years old and a day. Read a few more of my wonderful dad's poems on his website, throwerstarr.com. Now off to say goodbye to my brother and his girlfriend...SUCH a fun weekend :) Namaste! Mary Catherine Comments are closed.
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HELLO!I'm Mary Catherine, a Cape Cod-based yoga teacher, painter, designer, writer, mom, and list-maker extraordinaire. My goal is to inspire you to start living a more creative, simple, joyful, + purposeful life.
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