always a boyalways his mother's
sensitive, thoughtful,
on a path going
hearing the music
complete
so controlled
patience
beautiful bridges
deep, still waters
big top tents
safety nets
holding us up
like the circus poles
number one
looking out
looking over
us always smaller
him always taller
cherish him
he knows
not why
his genes are love
He is the grandson of my older, older brother, a first born.
The great-grandson of my first born father.
−me strauss Letting me be
2 comments:
Beautiful, miraculous, mysterious. Nothing else comes close to the birth of a child. His long line of firsts and his genes of love make him a special one indeed.
He is a special one and he needs to be. He enters the world with a name that calls him to it -- Giovanni!
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