the god boy, grows a pace
no longer small, squalling child
now showing a fierce independent streak
that causes pride and fear in equal amounts
it is hard to balance the need to learn
and the need to teach...to protect
we fail the balance regularly
yet are fortunate to have suffered
no great ..... or lasting consequence
his greatest attribute,
our greatest joy
his sunny side up,
the ability to always,
see the best
in everything.....
eventually
as we slow and grey,
he seems brighter,
more intense...
gathering colur into him
only to give it out...
in a argent radience
that is contagious...
in it's beauty
of course,
he has his flaws
my child,
is far from perfect
like his father,
his floor is his wardrobe
and like his mother
he is prone to losing himself
in bookworlds, while mundane
chores await..
but he is both the worst and the best of us
and more importantly
he is himself....forging
and identity and entity
bourne of love and compassion
and honestly
as a mother godess
and as a father god
there is naught more
we could wont
or ask for...
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 12:44 AM UTC
the god boy, grows a pace
no longer small, squalling child
now showing a fierce independent streak
that causes pride and fear in equal amounts
it is hard to balance the need to learn
and the need to teach...to protect
we fail the balance regularly
yet are fortunate to have suffered
no great ..... or lasting consequence
his greatest attribute,
our greatest joy
his sunny side up,
the ability to always,
see the best
in everything.....
eventually
as we slow and grey,
he seems brighter,
more intense...
gathering colur into him
only to give it out...
in a argent radience
that is contagious...
in it's beauty
of course,
he has his flaws
my child,
is far from perfect
like his father,
his floor is his wardrobe
and like his mother
he is prone to losing himself
in bookworlds, while mundane
chores await..
but he is both the worst and the best of us
and more importantly
he is himself....forging
and identity and entity
bourne of love and compassion
and honestly
as a mother godess
and as a father god
there is naught more
we could wont
or ask for...
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