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Dot To Dot
That-to-that; hither then thither…
Here I am with my special child
exuberantly racing as one
around love’s bonding moments
driving pencils, propelled by hope
zooming upward, sliding downward
toward flight destination~~~
Dot-to-dot… one-two-three…
Here we are as mentor-student
bursting midst glee for correct lines
checking that connections make sense
against erasures for crooked marks
midst claps and high-five gestures
since milestone is reached freely
conquering spastic strains~~~
Up-and-down… down-and-up…
Here is our masterpiece together
after mirth-filled dot-to-dot pursuit!
Surpassing number-identification
my son exercises coloring skill
revealing artistic creation
of mom propelling son
along swing delight---
Then in sign language
he praises* God
and thanks me
with sweet hug.
*Psalm 150:6 Let every thing that hath breath praise the LORD. Praise ye the LORD.
December 16, 2022
2nd place, "Dot to Dot" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 12/22/2022.
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Beata Agustin
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