TWO

A son so bright,
fire's light seems frail--
shrinks back,
far from sight.

And, a daughter,
grounded as an oak.
Time froze
when first, it saw her.

Two.

I say the word...
let it permeate my skin,
seep deep,
deep within,
'till my bones,
gripped by its meaning,
firm up.
Gain that much more strength--
laugh off the faintest notion
they could break.

There is no break
from two.

No thought,
or action--
lure
or inclination,
for which, I would forsake
the growing strength
at home in this temple...
all for two.

For now.

Months on,
maybe more.

This strength,
they informed me of
when, twice, they came
through,
hours of rhythmic pain.

And I stayed
clear--
of sound mind,
amazed.

Two, for whom there is no "too much".

Two,
for whom,
by whom,
I stand changed.

-Jayme