Skyler
Skyler
Little boy grown large, are you leaving me?
Where is my companion of those calmer days of motherhood
When I finally had the rhythm down enough
And could enjoy the magic of the world
through toddler eyes
And the creative logic
of the 3-year-old mind
And lunches at McDonalds?
Skyler
S-C-H-U-Y-L-E-R,
Scholar,
Professor,
Master of minutiae,
Watching Discovery Channel and History Channel
And quoting dialog in entirety.
Working hard to mask the serious
with the casual.
Charming, charmer, charmed,
my ray of sunshine.
Moody but never brooding
and quick to beam that grin,
And drape one large arm
over my shoulder
In good-humored tolerance of maternal foible.
Others see the Adonis and draw to you
like bees to honey.
They sense what I have always known.
I see the little boy
gentle hearted, strong and true.
The spirit who whispered his name as I slept
And who blesses my life with the joy that is you.
(c) 2004
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