my little poet
who never can find the words
who stumbles over sentences
and isn't sure what most things mean

my little poet who can never bring
himself to write more than a few lines
at a time, simple greeting, simple
"i love you", simple goodbye.

his only true poetry is the
wonder-sparkle in his eyes, the way so
many things can make him cry,
the beautiful emotion of his sighs

& the breaking of his heart from a simple
goodbye.

12/24/2002

Posted on 12/24/2002
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