For my son as I tried to draw his portrait. ( Originally written in 2021. Rewritten 29.4.24)
I know each curve, each follicle
Each eyelash, every smile
I know your boastful playfulness
And your resplendent guile
I know your hiding sorrows
And the demons that you fight
I know your composition
Each sound, each smell, each sight
I understand your duty, I comprehend your woes
I know quite well your matrix,
the friends, the bends, the foes
I keepsake all your stories, I’m a bank for your dreams
I notice each infliction, rebellion, all the schemes
I Am the primal witness to the glory of your being
Perpetually enchanted, entranced with what I’m seeing
Not a flicker, not a twinkle, a spark that goes amiss
For me you are perfection, so let me tell you this
Each atom, every molecule, with my mothers heart I trace
And yet my love-rimmed fingers, just can not draw your face.
Apr 29, 2024
Apr 29, 2024 at 10:48 AM UTC
For my son as I tried to draw his portrait. ( Originally written in 2021. Rewritten 29.4.24)
I know each curve, each follicle
Each eyelash, every smile
I know your boastful playfulness
And your resplendent guile
I know your hiding sorrows
And the demons that you fight
I know your composition
Each sound, each smell, each sight
I understand your duty, I comprehend your woes
I know quite well your matrix,
the friends, the bends, the foes
I keepsake all your stories, I’m a bank for your dreams
I notice each infliction, rebellion, all the schemes
I Am the primal witness to the glory of your being
Perpetually enchanted, entranced with what I’m seeing
Not a flicker, not a twinkle, a spark that goes amiss
For me you are perfection, so let me tell you this
Each atom, every molecule, with my mothers heart I trace
And yet my love-rimmed fingers, just can not draw your face.
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