Watch my cool poops!
shouted Solomon,
legs wide as can be,
mismatched socks,
one scalloped with pink trim
cuz he's a little brother and all.
I'm really strong and I make
really cool poops!
he reminds me again
as I continue to shuffle about
in my pre-dinner,
pre-swimming,
lunch box disassembling,
jacket hanging,
early evening dance.
MOOOMMMM!
Come back! I want you in HEAH.
I lurk in the doorway,
big smile,
always amazed.
Put down the swim bag.
Lean in.
Actually, I want my privacy, Mama.
I NEED my privacy.
So I shuffle on,
disappointed that I have to return
to the meaningless tasks of
assembling this life,
preferring to settle into
the moment,
the push and determination
of a growing boy.
1 comment:
I know. meaningless tasks are so, well, meaningless (:
What a score for me to get 3 posts today during my work scrabble! Scramble?
Love to you, your Pasadena roots and Missoula branches.
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