A Poem For June

Can you see the mystery in his big brown eyes? Can you see The curiosity In the realm Where rules die Socially awkward My bumbling butterfly As the wind Blows cold Time grows old His flame burns long While our flickers Quickly dull… No concept of worry There’s no need To hurry He’s playing He isn’t waiting… On any of us Anyways One Thousand Ninety five days In which Every single one I have prayed His innocence Will never fade He is saved… Searching my son’s soul For traces of sanity Although indifferent He embraces humanity My heart is all He demands of me Sometimes my smile lies He doesn’t understand why Because my eyes cry On the inside My blind faith Helps my fears hide Rhyme or Reason Is it truly treason That his never ending sunshine Is always out of season I yearn for his concern To be that of a typical Not difficult First born son But instead He doesn’t look “Just run Forest! Run!” It brings tears To my eyes To not understand why You smile through your cries I’m not leaving forever Only waves, never goodbyes There are times When I see that gleam That leads me to believe That there is more there Than the eye can see You are the epidemy Of beauty to me That only an angel could be You are every ounce Of good That I thought was lost in me You’re not bad You’re different You’re my Hero My Heaven Sent Not because of super powers Or because you can fly But because you must survive in 3D With a 4 dimensional mind… Survival of the fittest I use to ask Why God did this Why must I live this life I didn’t ask for He told me That He would show me Like He’s never done before “why you feel trapped, I will provide a door.” “When you have nothing, seek me, and I will provide more.” Then, He promised me, “ When your heart feels broken, and Around there is no one. I already have an answer… Go and hold your son.” My baby is my comfort When I can’t sleep And he is my prayer When Jesus weeps.