my father
an artist
in 1969
became a father
for the second time,
a role he accepted
reluctantly.
my mother
a nurse
with short red hair
in 1969
gave birth to a daughter
she nicknamed precious.
in 1969
at the end of september
I was born and called precious
because of my silence
and contentedness
to lay in my cradle
and watch the world
expand, too intent upon it
to sleep or cry, oh life
knowing inside
if I could only
form the words
and speak them
from my cupid lips,
from my dreambox cradle,
they would have been,
oh precious life.

Lisa Zaran is an American poet, essayist, occasional interviewer and the author of six collections. Her first book, the sometimes girl, was recently the focus of a year long translation course in Germany. She is the founder and editor of 
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