Tuesday, July 21, 2009

It's Poetry

Watching him wander
The other children swirl around him
Swings slides playing games

He walks a steady line a steady trot
Around the timber edge of the playground

A hundred stories connecting together
He chatters the lines, word for word
He wants to swing to outer space

I broke the pencil at school
I broke it on purpose
Frankomank! Baby!
I broke thepencils at school
This is the sign for careful. Care-ful .
this is the sign for danger.
I broke the pencil on purpose
Frankomank! Can I have a freezie pop?
Andy! Andy! Come on the rides!
I want to swing to outer space
Outer space! Internet!
Me-ow. Me-ow. this is the sign for cat.

A constant burble-burble. A constant stream of talk
I remember the silence all too well.

I like your hair. Time to go home.
Welcome to school! Welcome to school!
It's three twenty-six
I have the bare foots. Do you like my foots?
It's dangerous at the park.
In-ter-esting. In-ter-est-ing.
I didn't earn the treasure box.
I'm suppose to listen, all the time at school.
All the time or sometimes?
Look at the time. I'm going to be late!
It's three thirty-five.

He comes and sits with me, pops his thumb in his mouth, leans his head on my shoulder.
"Yes, My love?"
"I need you."

I need you, too, little man.

1 comment:

Niksmom said...

Aw, geez, next time please put a tissue alert on your post?!

This is beautiful. Captivating and moving.