What a beautiful poem. As I read it, I felt like I was in it and discovered something new in myself as well. Ozzie is very blessed to have a dad like you. Thank you for sharing.
Very creative! I think you like Star Trek or Star Wars or Battlestar Gallactica or Stargate or all of the above based on the theme of the poem. Just a thought. :-)
First, love the prose. Second, I knew I liked you for a reason - scifi geeks unite (please, please tell me you are a Babylon5 fan). Lastly, so glad to be a part of your (space) posse.
Am I a big geek? Is that the elephant in the room? Star Wars was my first love. We got a divorce when the last three movies came out, but I still see her occasionally. I do enjoy sci-fi movies. I don't read sci-fi books or watch sci-fi tv shows. So I would classify myself as maybe just a mid-level geek. This poem is my version of "Welcome to Holland." When I read that story, I thought it was sweet, but it didn't really speak to me personally. I clearly remember thinking that I didn't feel like I was in Holland, I felt like I woke up on Mars. I always wanted to write a post about it, but never did. For some reason I started thinking about it again as I sat in the hospital on Ozzie's birthday, and I had this very strong urge to write it as a poem. I wasn't attempting to tap into my inner geek, I was more interested in writing about the scariest and most foreign place I could imagine.
Daniel Niblock is a graphic artist and animator who lives in Durham, North Carolina. On July 14, 2008, he became the proud father of his second child: Ozzie, a 4 lb., 11 oz. baby boy. Ozzie has Down syndrome. This blog chronicles the bewildering experience of stepping into a topsy-turvy new world. It began as a place where family and friends could come to read words that were too difficult to speak aloud. It has transformed into a place where people can read about discovery, strength and love. Hopefully these collected reflections can help others find the way out of the darkness and into the light.
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12 comments:
Very nice poem! Oz is blessed to have a daddy like you!
What a beautiful poem. As I read it, I felt like I was in it and discovered something new in myself as well. Ozzie is very blessed to have a dad like you. Thank you for sharing.
I was on that same spaceship, thanks Captain for guiding us forward when we were all so afraid!
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Fatastic! You rock, Dan. I'm glad to be in the crew with you.
Awesome!
Very creative! I think you like Star Trek or Star Wars or Battlestar Gallactica or Stargate or all of the above based on the theme of the poem. Just a thought. :-)
First, love the prose. Second, I knew I liked you for a reason - scifi geeks unite (please, please tell me you are a Babylon5 fan). Lastly, so glad to be a part of your (space) posse.
Beautiful and eloquent! You know . . . in a dude sort of way ;)
Am I a big geek? Is that the elephant in the room? Star Wars was my first love. We got a divorce when the last three movies came out, but I still see her occasionally. I do enjoy sci-fi movies. I don't read sci-fi books or watch sci-fi tv shows. So I would classify myself as maybe just a mid-level geek. This poem is my version of "Welcome to Holland." When I read that story, I thought it was sweet, but it didn't really speak to me personally. I clearly remember thinking that I didn't feel like I was in Holland, I felt like I woke up on Mars. I always wanted to write a post about it, but never did. For some reason I started thinking about it again as I sat in the hospital on Ozzie's birthday, and I had this very strong urge to write it as a poem. I wasn't attempting to tap into my inner geek, I was more interested in writing about the scariest and most foreign place I could imagine.
Your inner geek is awesome. Glad you let him out once in a while.
I like your Welcome to Holland version better. :-) Space... the final frontier...
Um... did I just out myself for no reason then? Dang it!
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