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.
Copyright © Caitlyn Yates | Year Posted 2015
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