forged in the weather is her life
of dreamtrains that circle once.

orbiting the center, her boy gets older
and his boyishness glances out.

her young son is the rosy glimpse
of futures-promised and awaiting.

waddling, stiff-armed, kid-frankenstein
owns each step, looking back for mama.

making eye contact with his real hopes,
not the corral for distant dreams,

mama knows a kid dreams and
on the cereal box, anyone can be a star.

09/12/2007