I laugh <br />with a dead man’s laugh <br /> <br />(a man I never knew) <br /> <br />my grandfather’s laughter <br /> <br />flowering like Springtime <br /> <br />blossoming in my mouth <br /> <br />not listening to the years. <br /> <br />Time joins the dots. <br />Painting by Numbers. <br /> <br />I see <br />with my mother’s eyes <br /> <br />the world <br />stealing into my mind <br /> <br />become music <br /> <br />anything it <br />chooses. <br /> <br />Time joins the dots. <br />Painting by numbers. <br /> <br />This gesture <br />is my big sisters <br /> <br />gathering me <br />up into her <br /> <br />nearness <br /> <br />tenderness. <br /> <br />Time joins the dots. <br />Painting by Numbers. <br /> <br />My father’s love <br />beats in my heart <br /> <br />sings in everything <br />it touches <br /> <br />amuses <br /> <br />me to see <br /> <br />how I <br /> <br />am <br /> <br />all those others <br />as well as me. <br /> <br />Time joins <br />the dots. <br /> <br />Painting by Numbers.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-me-i-am-for-lyn/
