The blue wood maracas laid
on the piano where we left them.
The spider frightened you
but not the dragonfly.
You weave sentences into a
continuous conversation.
You walk with the confidence
of a boy who is loved,
a boy kissed by the sun and the moon.
Three years old
and life is unfolding
with deep seeds of love
and knowledge ingrained in your being.
We walk side by side,
our friendship magnified
by every magical story told,
with games that soothe wounds.
Engaging in questions,
delighting in the solutions.
Discovering new quests,
creating new dreams.
Life amplified with
endless possibilities.
So much possibility for a 3-year-old! This is cute and heartfelt.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jenna.
DeleteDelightful dear Ayala - revisiting today renminded me just how poerfully evocative and lyrical your writing so consistently is... Always a pleasure to read you...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Scott. I appreciate your kindness.
DeleteThis is such a moving poem, Ayala!❤️
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sanaa. xo
DeleteYour poem is so full of joy, Ayala, and your lovely little boy, especially in the lines:
ReplyDelete‘You walk with the confidence
of a boy who is loved,
a boy kissed by the sun and the moon.’
Thank you, Kim.
DeleteWalking with the confidence of a boy loved, kissed by the sun and moon.....how lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry.
DeleteMy grandchildren grew up 3000 miles away from me, and I missed those wonderful times you describe. Savor every moment!
ReplyDeleteI am sorry...Thank you!
DeleteThose deep seeds are so important. We learn more before the age of six then the rest of our lives. Enjoy every moment with him, knowing how much positive influence you have.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
DeleteAmazingly written
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteThis poem is emotional with so much imagery and reminds me so much of that magical relationship with a canine friend.
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