Saturday, April 20, 2013

my technicolor boys

my technicolor boys

The dreams of them come in waves
like the windy lake
behind our childhood home

Their little bodies move
with innocence that soothes
my weary heart of old

And with their tiny palms
they reach out to keep me calm
but then I wake and realize

We've all grown.

(To the sweetest "little boys" I've ever known...)

Written 4.15.13 @ 4:00 PM

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