Two Poems
by Laurie Kuntz
Son Becoming a Father
With a gentle hand
I watch you hold
all four months of her
the same hand you use
to strum a guitar.,
slap a tennis ball
handle a wrench,
slam a door
and then open one.
You wrap your daughter's fingers around yours,
the same fingers that struggled to tie a shoe,
write your name, straight
and correct on blue lined paper,
fingers that learned to button and zip,
the same sturdier fingers that slipped
a ring on another with an aged old promise
now cradles this child with grace
as she gifts you her wonder
making your old world newborn
A Question of Balance
When I love you
I love you in my forevers,
when I hate you
I hate with a passion
the same passion I should feel
when you stroke my cheek,
or spend hours simmering
the Beefsteak tomatoes you grow,
or learn to play Catch the Wind
on that old Gibson guitar you've had since
we were young in Brooklyn,
those simple days we held
the world in our palms
during those quiet evening walks
nothing said, no ring of awkward silence,
finding ourselves together
between love and hate,
in a simple balance.
Instead of listing her 8 published poetry books and Pushcart Prize, Laurie Kuntz will only quote Dylan (Bob, that is): Yippee, I'm a poet, I know it, hope I don't blow it. https://lauriekuntz.myportfolio.com/home-1