She said
When you're done slaying dragons
and fighting for thrones
will you come back and stay for a while?
But there are not enough puddles
Not enough dirt
He is the king of the living room
when the carpet is lava
Don't come out of the kitchen
The carpet is lava mommy
She says okay
and watches as he jumps from couch cushion to chair to tile
to save her
There will never be a man in her life who can save her like he can
No man who knows the exact distance from doorframe to bedframe
so the hands underneath will not get them
if they jump right
No one's ever thought to save her
From the things she cannot see
I wish I were old enough to use a saw
He is stomping a tin trashcan lid flat
Cuts kite string with his teeth
Discovery says its duck season
If I have armored wings
and get hit by a shotgun
I'll still be able to fly home
I wish I were a shark
I wish I were the wind
I wish I was a lost boy but didn't have to be lost
Can I be a boy forever
and still get homesick?
If peter pan came and offered to whisk him away to neverland
The hardest thing would be for her to let him go
Maybe he can be a boy like ten more years
she thinks
With fistfulls of crayons
and constant pleads for one more of everything
Just one more night as a boy
Just one more day as a dragon
Just one more day as a bird with steel wings
One more day as the wind
But she knows he'll be a man
And he'll visit
and call
talk about
The damsel in distress he met in college
When he saved her at a party
How she spent the whole night laying on his chest
While sleeping on the grass
And for some reason
The cold biting air smelled like home
She knows mothers raise the best men
Because they know what they want in a man
It's not always okay to be your father's son
She says,
When you're done with dragons
and steel winged flights
and being emperor of the living room
Be honest
Women love men who are honest
Smile about everything
Smiling is attractive
and sometimes it's all you need to make yourself feel good
Call me now and then
Or I'll call you every five minutes
Now go
The wind is calling you home
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 3:17 PM UTC
She said
When you're done slaying dragons
and fighting for thrones
will you come back and stay for a while?
But there are not enough puddles
Not enough dirt
He is the king of the living room
when the carpet is lava
Don't come out of the kitchen
The carpet is lava mommy
She says okay
and watches as he jumps from couch cushion to chair to tile
to save her
There will never be a man in her life who can save her like he can
No man who knows the exact distance from doorframe to bedframe
so the hands underneath will not get them
if they jump right
No one's ever thought to save her
From the things she cannot see
I wish I were old enough to use a saw
He is stomping a tin trashcan lid flat
Cuts kite string with his teeth
Discovery says its duck season
If I have armored wings
and get hit by a shotgun
I'll still be able to fly home
I wish I were a shark
I wish I were the wind
I wish I was a lost boy but didn't have to be lost
Can I be a boy forever
and still get homesick?
If peter pan came and offered to whisk him away to neverland
The hardest thing would be for her to let him go
Maybe he can be a boy like ten more years
she thinks
With fistfulls of crayons
and constant pleads for one more of everything
Just one more night as a boy
Just one more day as a dragon
Just one more day as a bird with steel wings
One more day as the wind
But she knows he'll be a man
And he'll visit
and call
talk about
The damsel in distress he met in college
When he saved her at a party
How she spent the whole night laying on his chest
While sleeping on the grass
And for some reason
The cold biting air smelled like home
She knows mothers raise the best men
Because they know what they want in a man
It's not always okay to be your father's son
She says,
When you're done with dragons
and steel winged flights
and being emperor of the living room
Be honest
Women love men who are honest
Smile about everything
Smiling is attractive
and sometimes it's all you need to make yourself feel good
Call me now and then
Or I'll call you every five minutes
Now go
The wind is calling you home
First line donated by Allie Gregg
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