His eyes dart up and down,
the light dancing on the ceiling
holds him captive.
In the sky, the eclipse leaves
us spent with wonder.
He watches the Yellow Tang
floating.
He is mesmerized by the woods,
woods one can get lost and found in.
A sea of green blushing in the presence
of the sun.
Woods captured by color and artists long ago.
Our hands are locked in a puzzle
of familiarity and love.
Devotion and the quest of the unknown.
His eyes are gleaming
filled with innocence.
My heart is beating,
racing in my chest.
That wonder can sure make one wonder themselves again.
ReplyDeleteYes....
DeleteHe is just adorable and your devotion and wonder are as palpable as his. thanks. K.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Karin.
DeleteI can see how you being taking in by a wonder taking in wonders
ReplyDeletesmiles....
DeleteBabies rekindle our sense of wonder like nothing and nobody else. Through their eyes, we see the world anew. A lovely poem and a beautiful boy.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry.
DeleteBabies remind us to look at the world with awe. Thanks for sharing this poem and the photograph. It was a wonderful way to wake up this morning.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rudri. xo
DeleteYour poem is filled with feelings of love.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mary.
DeleteHis world is "wonder," (wonder full) he helps us remember, and to see the world as he does, fresh and new.
ReplyDeleteYes :)
DeleteA time like that in life captured well!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteBeautiful and filled with innocence.
ReplyDeleteZQ
Thank you!
DeleteLovely! Your poems about your grandson are a treasure. You must, at some point, gather them into a little book, for ~ always ~
ReplyDeleteI will. Thank you!
DeleteThey do make everything better (more), don't they?
ReplyDeleteLove your descriptions.
Thank you!
DeleteThat open curiosity and wonderment.. sigh!
ReplyDeleteSigh....
DeleteThis is delightful... so wonderful with all the curiosity of those darting eyes.
ReplyDeleteSo wonderful to see again through the eyes of a child. What little blessings they are to us!
ReplyDeleteThey are....
Delete" Our hands are locked in a puzzle
ReplyDeleteof familiarity and love.
Devotion and the quest of the unknown"
--stellar lines!
Thank you, Jen.
DeleteBeautiful words about your little grandson. He's adorable and I so fully understand that he's awakened a special kind of love in you.
ReplyDeleteIt is a special kind of love :)
DeleteHe is beautiful. Already he has a wise little face. He will bring you so much joy.
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