Pavel's Poem

My mind seems to be stuck back in 2007. Or perhaps as we near all the 8th anniversaries of the final steps of adopting Meechi, I am just feeling sentimental. Whatever the reason, I have been taking little mental journeys to the past and reading old blog posts from a defunct blog that I wrote back in those months. One of my favorite parts of blogging then was taking part in a little creative and therapeutic blog project called Wrapped Emotions. I thought I would share one of my favorites from that project here.



This week's prompt for Wrapped Emotions is "lucubration" with the emphasis being on the following portion of the definition...
The act of studying by candlelight; nocturnal study; meditation. That which is composed by night; that which is produced by meditation in retirement.
find your sacred space within your home, light a candle...a hundred candles if you choose...and practice lucubration.

Finally, share your experience with us in whatever creative manner inspires your soul. Don't worry. If you truly slow down and inhale deeply, you will be inspired.

I am cheating a bit on this one. Not because I don't want to do it or anything like that. It's just that when I read the part that said "that which is composed by night" it made me think of the following poem. It is the perfect example of lucubration. I wrote this long ago when we still believed LP was going to be our son. It was in the very beginning even before we learned that he was in Kazakhstan and not in Russia as we were originally led to believe (which explains why I used Russia in the poem). I was in bed one night and could not get thoughts of him out of my mind. As I lay there these words formed in my mind and I had to get up and put them to paper.




Pavel's Poem
IN A COLD AND CROWDED ROOM

IS WHERE MY SON LIES

IN A CRIB TOO SMALL FOR HIM

IS WHERE MY SON LIES

IN CLOTHES TATTERED AND SOILED

IS WHERE MY SON LIES

ACROSS A VAST AND ANGRY SEA

IS WHERE MY SON LIES

IN A LAND OF POVERTY

IS WHERE MY SON LIES

IN A COUNTRY THAT LOOKS DOWN ON HIM

IS WHERE MY SON LIES

IN A RUSSIAN ORPHANAGE

IS WHERE MY SON LIES

ACROSS THE MILES, AWAY FROM ME

IS WHERE MY SON LIES

IN MY MIND, FULL OF HOPES AND FEARS

IS WHERE MY SON LIES

IN MY DREAMS, MOST EVERY NIGHT

IS WHERE MY SON LIES

IN MY HEART, WITH LOVE FOR HIM
IS WHERE MY SON LIES

by Kim Jury





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