little man's eyes -
I see it, little one ...
in the magic of your eyes -
'tis the world, blooming wondrous!
bright, dazzling dreams of a midday meadow
a softened sweep of butterfly wings, azure-bound
the warm, wobbly mud of a May puddle
and a kiss, stolen from your cheek
by a sweet smile in pinafore and pigtails
oh, how your absinthe gaze dances,
splattered with tendrils of shimmering gold ...
a million mercurial meanderings, borne
alighting like fireflies on the weeds of your thoughts,
and tickled by the breezes of possibility -
"what if?" they whisper ...
answers blossom in your mind like rare orchids
all that is imagined, and all that beyond!
little man, so dear ...
such fearsome, fine enchantments await -
you are a book of perplexity and blank pages
that time and love and learning wait to write upon ...
a grand tome of course and experience -
the splendid circus and surreptitious story, Life
that twirls and prances in your eyes
and whose magnificent, mysterious, marvelous conclusion ...
I will leave ... to you.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "2 To 12" Poetry Contest, Beth Evans, Judge & Sponsor.
~ For my Grand-nephew, Killian ... all my hopes, little man. ~
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