About This Site

Here Are All Your Children in One Place

Music: Fugue in F Minor.
By Dimitri Shostakovich. Sequenced by
J. Marques.

Subscribe to this site on YouTube

Subscribe to get a poem sent to you each day by email

Here are all your children in one place,
Enshrined behind some glass within a frame.
A picture's like a word, a sign, a name,
Symbolic of a much more complex grace.
Years of memories lie behind each face,
A wild sea no blessing can contain;
Years and years of love, of joy, of pain,
Of mysteries no heart can hope to trace.
Here are all the objects of your love,
A frozen section cut away from Time,
A summit between dreams and memories,
Which you need only look this way to climb;
An icon for domestic reveries
Through which a thousand answered prayers move.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon

[about this site] [poems for free] [poem of the day]

[site policy] [about me] [links]

privacy policy