How You Arrived

In that houseyou were conceived. See that room on the second floor to the left? That’s it, that’s the holy place.


Later, your mother and I went for a walk up the mountain, stopping at a clearing.


Chickadees sang to us from the spruce trees, told us your name– the name of a girl.


We vowed to make a home on the spot where the birds foretold your birth.



© Patrick O’Neill 2010. All rights reserved

Posted on August 12, 2010 and filed under Uncategorized.