those eyes, closed tight, hiding
his brown pupils as they see wonders
of his sleepy-time world; no trespassing.

40 pounds of energy has worn down;
leaves the world of The Letter Factory;
bad guys still lurking in hiding.

soon he'll awake and the bad-guy chasing
may resume, unless the wonderment of wake
causes his world to need dump trucks.

so simple; so lovely. so of essence.
sleep, eat, grow; all at once, daily.
dividing my attention: T.V. and Kai.

my eyes water as i miss him already;
he's living his life without PaPaw;
i'll be asleep with Jesus in the future.

carry me like a dromedary does water;
hold me in your thoughts, dreams, make
me real by your devotion to a good life.

as all others: hurt me but don't hate me.

11/02/2009

Posted on 11/02/2009
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