Sunday, February 17, 2013

29.


Son 

You are a piece
of non-fiction
I take for a poem

when it's just
you and I

and you're showing
me something
you think is awesome

because you want me
to agree it's awesome

because you think it,
because it is.

And you know what?

It is awesome.
Thank you.

And these blocks
you've started stacking
around your 8-year-old
emerging person
are not enough now
(or ever, Buster)
to keep me at bay,

as I gather you close
and kiss you defenseless
while you're looking
at your thing
and I am looking
at you

because truth
is a passion
passed down
and returned,
a toy way better
if played together

--a heart with wings--

some crazy awesome.

4 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

Sounds like how Lana and I share stories and things we discover.

Sarah Hina said...

Sharing is more than half the fun, isn't it?

Jawad Ali said...

great poem ....Its including touch of spring season as i am feeling the smell of flowers.

Aniket Thakkar said...

"and you're showing
me something
you think is awesome"

Reminded me of the picture of him with the sonic screwdriver. :D

My mom finds everything I do to be awesome. Well, she is most happy when I cook with her, because that's something she understands completely, and can still teach me like a boss. But even about things she has no interest in or understanding of (like coding), she always listens when I talk and shares the awe.