he is still and quiet
caught in the lingering dream
the boy god, growing up
to fast, takes up  more
of the little boy bed
each day...
this year has been pivotal
giant steps, have been taken

he has learnt, apron-strings are
just cloth, there for the breaking

he has learnt, to write, read and lie
he has learnt, friendships are not forever,
but then some are.
he has learnt, there are rules,
some can be broken,
others cannot. ...at least not without consequence
he has learnt, both wonder  and dissapointment

he has learnt, so much more....the curve steep and undulating

he knows, hopefully has always known... he is loved, cherished
and holds within his heart....the capacity for greatness.

he knows, hopefully has always known, kindness costs little yet
is a rare and valuable gift to give to both friend and stranger...

the little boygod grows into his larger self.....

and we watch.....

soon he will awake, and become the whirlpool...

but for now....his mother watches  over him

and reaps....peace and joy.