daredevil
17 months training
legs arms and toes
exploring every inch
of new
world
fear lives not
in his heart
mine surges
when i see him
brown legs jumpping
from tables or chairs
or jungle-gyms or stairs
straining to reach
everything
i wonder when
he will be tamed
reckless spirit lost
amid mommy's worring words
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It's good to see you back in swing. :)Nice poem. A restless spirit can be tamed by the Spirit. Good to see you sis! Peace~
Omigosh! My heart skipped a beat when I saw you on my blog. I'm so glad to see that you are OK. I've been a terrible blog citizen for the past 4 months but I certainly will do my best to catch up. Stay strong and regards to your Beloved. Peace and Love,
Ali’s Zay
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The feelings in this poem are universal and yet you do a good job at making them personal and making me think of how they relate to may own struggles in life to let go and hold on.
This is a great poem! It reminds me of my little one at age 2!
Lyte
bless: who knows what will happen next week when i'm back at work! lol
zay: i was glad to BE at your blog again. i'm going to link you so i don't go so long without visting again. have fun in Ja!
writerwoman: thank you. i try to make my writings personal, but if you do so you will strike a universal chord. i'm glad you were able to connect.
lytenluvlee: thank you! this is like the first poem i've ever written for my son. all day i kept pulling him off of things he was trying to climb on..lol
i see my boy in your poem. i love to see my boy. thanks.
this is deep, and I love every word.