As I drove my son to school
this morning, I could feel all
the heavy anxiety racing at me
all at once.  The splitting syllables
twirled inside my soul into mixed
creations, crammed verbs hovering
in hollow surfaces, curling inside the
crevices of broken walls and rooftops,
swelling into hidden labyrinths and
imprisoned gutters.  My heart was
jumbled, tangled in irreversible
dimensions, stained behind bars,
scarred, seeping into uncontrollable
breezes.  I stared at the excitement in
his big blue eyes, how the shining stars
gleamed in his sight, all brightly beaming
and heavenly serene, the way he gazed
outside at the glorious trees, earthly leaves
swaying to their own upbeat anthem.  
The deep chanting sun sparkled in the
background, while fluffy clouds smiled
in delight.  I could see the exhilaration
in his divine cheeks, seamless rhythms,
an essence of smooth poetry rising in high
notes.  Every part of me wanted to bring back
the days when he was my little trooper
walking beside me, his scrawny hands
in harmony with mine, his soft smile a
beautiful flower blossoming inside
my veins.  As he opened his mouth,
You are the best mommy in the world.
I love you.  And I'd sink into those
adorable eyes and grin, I love you too.
Now, I can see how fast the days are
passing by, how my little boy is not
so little anymore, how when we pull
up to the elementary school and he steps
out onto the pavement, tears begin to flow
down from my eyelids, the way he strolls
up towards the double doors and turns
around facing me, his thin hands waving
ecstatically in the air, while I simply smile
and shout, Have a great day my darling boy.