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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