Kimberly Larocca Poet Verse

A Boy of 8

I sit and observe your face
me watching you
you watching the world
How new it all must be

Seeing your eyes light up
You smile at a joke you've heard 
for the first time
One ive heard long ago

I hear you converse about
what I say
dissecting what you hear
what you think I meant
when I said it

Oh to be 8 years old again
with no worries
Learning what it is to be
a boy of 8
while I watch you watching me

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Zzzzz Zzzzz August 9, 2011 at 2:57 PM A lovely warm write. Oh, those carefree days of childhood! Where did they go? Kimberly Larocca August 10, 2011 at 8:06 AM Thanks for the visit.