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

non-chalance.

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.