unaware
he delights in the moments
that tie him to
boy
just a little longer.
his deep places, still shallow
play, his art.
u n a w a r e
he is master craftsman.
and we share lifeblood,
so i marvel and savor,
and a w a r e
i delight in the moments
that tie him to
boy
.
.
.
just a little longer.
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Sweet mercy, I've discovered another five-minute writing prompt this morning from the brilliance of Amy Turn Sharpe; this time, poetry, so my little heart did the loveliest song and dance in celebration.
In case you can't tell, this is written with my youngest in mind, who had the audacity to turn 14 yesterday and grow ANOTHER inch since January!
My baby boy turns 18yo in a few months, I can empathize with you. We love that they are growing into fine young men, but we miss that little boy.
(visiting from 5-minute poems)
this is really moving. I can feel you here. xo thank you so much for playing with us. xxo
I feel this way about my baby becoming a boy.
Stay a baby just a little more…
So fabulously said.
I love this line:
his deep places, still shallow
Thank you.