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For Albert

Dark eyes to drown in,

sweet new face, with tiny features.

This little creature who came from me.

Trembly, open wide to the new,

squinting at the brightness of it all.

Sweet son of my heart,

first in birth,

thirsty for words, for action, for movement.

You climbed and ran;

you spun in endless circles,

spiraling delight, laughter, exuberance.

You create worlds in images,

imagine impossibilities into being.

You love what is,

and forgive what is not.

Glowing from before your first breath,

with mirth and precocity.

You trickster,

vast as the sea,

and as beautiful.

4 Comments Post a comment
  1. Mary Hills #

    gorgeous…love it!!! huraayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy for Albert

    On Mon, Aug 24, 2020 at 8:56 AM An Unexpected Life wrote:

    > janetlandis posted: ” Dark eyes to drown in, sweet new face, with tiny > features. This little creature who came from me. Trembly, open wide to the > new, squinting at the brightness of it all. Sweet son of my heart, first in > birth, thirsty for words, for act” >

    August 24, 2020
  2. glendalandis #

    I love this poem description of Al! Makes me smile. Mom L.

    Sent from my iPad

    >

    August 24, 2020
  3. Susan Hills #

    How wonderful to remember back to that bright shiny died little boy who had so much energy and made us laugh!! Thank you!!!

    August 24, 2020
  4. Susan Hills #

    Shines eyed!!!

    August 24, 2020

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