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Nephew
by Bruce W Niedt
Running on the energy of four, corn-
silk hair tousling as you gallop off
to green fantasies with dinosaurs, tough
as a little tank, so eager to learn,
making sense of the world with how-comes, smart
as a pistol, crackling with laughter,
youre a joy to see grow, even after
a loss that could have unraveled your heart.
You say you miss Mom, but dont understand
yet, the big questions, the darker corners
meant only for the bravest explorers
why she left, why theres thunder in that land.
Her legacys in you: an untethered
love, this happy acceptance of others,
handed like a ripe fruit from your mother,
before she lost to her private weather.
It was the best of her, and you will shine
inside, you will call this world your empire,
you will march through it with inspired
cadence, while we watch close by, keeping time.
[First published in Lovewords, December 2000.]
10/08/2001 Posted on 10/08/2001
Copyright © 2025 Bruce W Niedt
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