My boy was 18 months old when I wrote this.
A year on nothing has changed.
marching over the Alps
and destroying all he finds.
My son is Evel Keneval
who always chased his curiosity
with reckless concern for his safety.
My son is Bonnie and Clyde
always finding clever and daring ways
to take things which weren't theirs.
My son is Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp
and no one can deny
their handsome smiles.
My son is Thomas Edison
tinkering with glass and wire
to light the modern world.
My son is Hugh Jackman
who lives to sing and dance
and act.
My son is his sister Willow
who loves bottles and baths and bears.
My son is his mum Arlene
who stares and kisses and laughs.
My son is his dad Andre
who fidgets and thinks and smiles.
My son is Nate
who feels dirt contains
the answers
and always sleeps on his side.
Poetry by Blue River
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Written on 2009-02-13 at 10:37
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A year on nothing has changed.
My Son is Attila the Hun
marching over the Alps
and destroying all he finds.
My son is Evel Keneval
who always chased his curiosity
with reckless concern for his safety.
My son is Bonnie and Clyde
always finding clever and daring ways
to take things which weren't theirs.
My son is Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp
and no one can deny
their handsome smiles.
My son is Thomas Edison
tinkering with glass and wire
to light the modern world.
My son is Hugh Jackman
who lives to sing and dance
and act.
My son is his sister Willow
who loves bottles and baths and bears.
My son is his mum Arlene
who stares and kisses and laughs.
My son is his dad Andre
who fidgets and thinks and smiles.
My son is Nate
who feels dirt contains
the answers
and always sleeps on his side.
Poetry by Blue River
Read 627 times
Written on 2009-02-13 at 10:37
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