Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
At 7 we swore,
“BFFs forever!”
But then 7, became 8… and 9
And 9 ate both 8 and 7
And new friends,
new BFFs emerged
But for little ones,
Being loyal
There could only be 1
Not realizing that even 1 is
Never alone (0, 1),
Is always a 2,
and 2 is far more
Than it seems…
The numbers we swore by
are symbols
Powerful illusions
To capture
Our Something Timeless
Priceless…
Of our very real
(Even “imaginary”) numbers
Of BFFs.
❤️ ♾️
Hazel brown eyes glistening
With new
Fill me with hope,
Fill me with promise of another generation,
That is now absorbing all there is to know,
There is doubt,
But so much wonder in just these eyes,
There must be more,
I cannot think that my child alone holds such wonder,
There is hope,
And there is always more
The sun spares some warmth
All ages become young kids
Time seems to stand still
The Spring rain returns
I wish it warmer to dance
In warmth, as droplets
Paint skin with shimmering cool,
I am eager but it comes,
I will let water
Grow me as a new flower,
Drench my roots and face,
Refreshment in natural
Does return to origins,
Rainwater is source,
Childhood rejuvenation,
Take me back to then,
When plastered skin was pure joy,
And time did stand ever still
Look at me,
Look what I can do,
Look how fast I’m growing,
I can tie my shoe,
Look and see what I found that’s new,
I’m curious about everything,
Now hear me read,
Write my name,
You won’t n notice it at first
But oh I’ve changed,
Constantly,
My height, my weight, my voice,
I’ve become my own person,
In that moment you blinked,
I can count higher than you even know,
I can be kind,
I can be wise,
I can be brave,
I can, I can,
Do all the things I couldn’t yesterday
I can be the being you only imagined,
Watch me do it,
By myself,
Your are teaching me,
To have you near,
Even when you are not around,
Look and see before I am grown,
I’m growing, learning, being,
But from your smile,
Your tears,
I see that this
you must already know
She of Letters 