my little boy

 

I listen to his lullaby
and can't believe
he walks with light steps
usually dancing in his shoes
he's got ants in his pants
and he's taking off
on strings of violins
pulled tightly to his toes
he dances
just by being
he feels deep
and fills me deeper

he forces his way
onto my lap
climbing the mountain
known as Dad
without the guide of a Sherpa
he takes great pains to set anchor
to unsure holds
pulls himself to the summit
perched in my lap

he wants to guide my hands
he breaths his breathe on me
and winter feels like a warm summer day
with hot sand and soft wind

he smiles his smile at me
and I know that
my path through the forest
starts with a seed planted
in a sanctuary
that is sometimes lost
and buried like treasure from a ship set to sea
without which he would not be

I never regret
and then I never regret again
with his hand in my mine
he brings out the sunshine
my little boy, my little boy