a poem for the god child

Saturday's baptism was a success and although Jacob spent Sunday with an ear infection and the need of doctors, he's in good, familiar hands of family and welcomed to a life of support.

In the quirky tradition of my acrostics, here's a doodle-poem that I wrote to show my love:

June 1, 2009.
another Crandall/Barnwell headline
came across the page for the humor and the rage
of earth’s stage to strut, play, and wonder –
boy, if I’m the author, did I blunder

Choosing her to be a goddess mother and
him to be a god-forbid father? It’s
all good, though, … little bro … cuz’
really, in the ebb and flow, we’re here for those songs and
laughter that are often needed in a world swirled in
eternal frustration & whirled in doubt. We may be a
strange breed, indeed, but are here for whatever you need.

Because it’s inevitable you’re going to grow
and capture your future with a confident stroll,
rolling and rocking in your one man show, &
nearing your future as fate lets it go. We wish you serenity.
we hope for harmony & we promise to guide you, unconditionally,
existentially, into whatever you’re meant to be. From
lisa. bryan. and the insanity that comes from family, we promise
love – and the help it takes to keep your faith up above.