…so
innocent, so filthy, so intimate with rules: as silent, vocal creatures,
hunting for surprises, structured by instruction: void of history, or thrust,
thereinto, nibbling a chocolate bunny: such wild laughter, such curious eyes,
while plotting by planning for more candy: we feel silence, needing a full
future, so pushed, so crazed, longing into mystery: those terrible chills,
seeming inconsequential, while minds probe darker corners: keeping them vocal,
keeping them inquisitive, while introducing literature: such sunny
dispositions, or quite quiet, where family probe and knit and unstitch
solitude: those mischief hands, those mischievous eyes, looking a certain
spirit: so wild at times, or so rude into affronts, while too precious for
coldness: stealing noses, hiding toes, or fiddling with a snail: our shorter
days, rereading homework, where many parents are quite equipped: indeed, such
root, this threefold cord, our steady dreams….
This
church day, our reverends, at subtle nudging: our parents watchful, this entity
giving life, our minds so involved: those taught lessons, this holy empire, our
displaced melancholy: as souls at fortune, to have this delicate, nosy,
temperamental creature—those seconds to wonder, realizing responsibility, and
brave enough to face those challenges: so behaved for barbeque; so ruthless for
juice; so obedient to participate in a project: those instilled values, those
Ten Commandments, where nights are filled with tender debates: those exercised
brains, those adult answers, our mesmerized attention: so charged by life,
reliving our years, while thrown into mathematics: this small scientist, this
religious person, this evaluator: hereinto, this critical element, while a bit
intrusive, our children are up for arguments: a parent’s daymare, needing to
negotiate, while feeling urged to force those positionsJ: but innocence is
endearing, this small, informative teacher, this mythical giant: floating into
memories, forming moments, at popcorn and tea: indeed, such a bellicose,
cooperative, and reread soul—such determination, such fire.
Our
memoirs are flooded, our notebooks and pictures, our daily evaluations:
correlating our experiences, reading into our child-life, while making
observations connect: feeling our souls, awakening something silent, re-working
our hunches: such keen insights, to realize sleepiness, or to sense a hungry,
grumpy instigator: such happiness, such joy, such richness this life: as
needing family, if but to exist, where other things do not compare: our values
for existence, our daily cholesterol, at strict concerns about sodium: our
bland meals, our special salad dressings: our minimized fast-foods: hereinto,
that day to splurge, that little one dreaming, while learning constraints: to
discipline through example, to feed this young apostle, while needlessly
approaching difficult topics: those crystal limbs, those neighborhood parks,
while adoring a flock of geese: at something deeper, at something moving, while
we speak to ideals.
…wherever
we roam, we journey with family, despite our differences: our children adore
family, this singing in praise—they dance and laugh and joke and placate: they
fawn over animals, they jump in ponds, at times, they place mud unto music:
those house pancakes, that imaginary breakfast, or something earlier while
eating anything: this mysterious, predicable person—longing for attention,
spacial in designs, moving to something internal: this talkative clock, this
whispering phone, this small ghost: our nightly wrestle, our morning baths, our
hours at discussions: our deep resemblance, this mini us, our seconds and minutes leading into agreements: as larger than
light, or light itself, and pleading for more information….
