Thursday, January 27, 2011

Winter Writings: Day 37

Ah, my first born boy child
my mule stubborn kid
who hides his soft heart
and curious nature
under a studied mask of
You don't fool me
with your daredevil stunts
and far flung travels.
Who once wrote a poem
that still makes the
heron come alive in my heart.
Even now
when you rush
to embrace the world,
I know you will always possess
those 10 perfect toes
and sea blue eyes
that foreve captured my heart
on the day you entered the world.


lk moonwood said...

This makes me wish I had a son... Beautiful, heartfelt poetry.

purple bird art said...

Thanks so much for your kind words and for taking the time to read my writings!

Michele said...

Oh,Jan! What a moving, honest, true tribute to your son! Your words resonate in me so strongly, especially the "mule stubbon" part! Thank you for saying so well what I cannot.

I miss you.