Secretariat by FoxThePoet published on 2020-06-21T04:36:05Z “Secretariat” by Christopher Fox Graham, with thanks to Wayne Henry my daughter has a big heart as big as a horse she was born that way you can see it in the way she hugs the way she waves to anyone the way she sprints at full gallop when she sees her mother or me at the end of a day the way she says “bye bye” bringing joy to strangers who may never see her again they may not because my daughter has a big heart she was born that way we knew we were going to love her from the moment we knew we were pregnant she was going to have a big heart full of love because we were full of love for her we wanted nothing more than to have a daughter half her mother, half me we could raise in the way we were not free of judgment or useless tradition a wild horse, untamed and untamable in the days before she was born we found she had big heart too big we heard an unusual murmur caught by the ultrasound a hiccup of the heart too big for her tiny chest larger than it should be anterior ventricular aneurysm a bulge where the muscles of a valve had not yet formed not strong enough to beat her little heart on its own and maybe would never my wife could carry her to term but after that the labor could rupture her heart could tear it after birth or it could gallop like a thoroughbred then … just stop … for no reason and not beat again six days in intensive care, six hours in an MRI we took her home a probe attached to her chest we had to change daily when we put her down to sleep we were not sure if she would wake up we checked on her hourly to make sure she was still alive still breathing, her heart beating like the hooves of a Clydesdale but this creature, half me, half her mother was full of love though she did not know the word but she taught it to us our hearts swelled to carry the burden hers could not she has a big heart as big as a horse she was born that way and she has survived because she has a big heart like Secretariat whose mighty heart was three times the size of a normal horse it should have killed him all that passion and desire to win, to race to succeed, pushing him down the track around the curves at the Kentucky Derby each leg faster than the last winning in under two minutes at Preakness where he started last and leaped ahead so famously they made a statute of him doing it at Belmont Stakes where he won the Triple Crown by 31 lengths the widest margin in racing history he had a big heart he was born that way he did not stop and she will not because she has a big heart she was born that way so if you meet her and she waves, wave back say bye when she leaves because you may not see her again and not because she's gone but because she’s so far down the track so far ahead of us you cannot see her just the dust she's left behind get to know her now, because I don't know where she's headed but she'll arrive long before the rest of us because my daughter she has a big heart she was born that way Genre Poetry