I have been reading a new poetry book, Rain by Don Paterson. An accomplished Jazz musician and a wonderful poet who has recently received the poetry medal as well as other numerous awards. He has twin sons. One had an easy birth, as he says, Russell was fine, ‘He just popped out’, but Jamie, had a more difficult birth and was left with a slight disability, a tremor in his left hand. The poem below is about this but about much much more . . .
Correctives, by Don Paterson
The shudder in my son’s left hand
he cures with one touch from his right,
two fingertips laid feather light
to still his pen. He understands
the whole man must be his own brother
for no man is himself alone;
though some of us have never known
the one hand’s kindness to another.
Don Paterson, Rain (London: Faber and Faber Limited, 2009),16