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All the Way to the Moon (and Back)
by Alison McKenzieHis 2 year old voice cracks,
In its taffy pull lilt,
“Hi-eeee, Nan-uh;”
A skipping stone wave
That baptizes my heart first,
Tickles my ears last.
He makes up words -
Like "Pumungous"
(Which means big AND stinky) -
So that I think of a future
Of us sharing
The same artistry -
Adventures we’ll build
Like legos,
But with the alphabet.
A Nanna can dream, right?
His feelings span the spectrum -
Ecstatic joy that his Daddy
Will make him giraffe pancakes
To fit-pitching pissed-off
When his Mommy tells him
“Stop climbing
The inside of the refrigerator.”
Every night, on his way up the stairs
To sleep in his Sponge-Bob bed,
He little-finger-raps on my door,
Calls, “Night-night Nan-uh”
To which I reply “Sweet dreams. I
Love you all the way to the moon...”
“...and back” he finishes.
Such are the blessings
Of this middle age,
And why I’m still glad
For dancing and dreaming,
And why I won’t let go
Until the last possible breath.
06/10/2011 Posted on 06/10/2011
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 06/11/11 at 08:37 PM ...Quit it! what a envious-inducing poetic lilt; ahhh, i couldn't help but love your verbal traipse through him...squeezeably soft. i wanna be just like you. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 06/25/11 at 04:29 AM This is so positively precious! So happy that you get to spend so much time with your little guy! |
| Posted by Richard Davis on 08/05/11 at 09:24 PM Humorous,heartwarming, and a poem with many memorable lines that shows great creativity and imagination. A joy to read. Great work Alison. |
| Posted by James Zealy on 08/09/11 at 01:58 AM I see you walking in this child's steps, adventurous hopeful and always a sense of new exploration. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 08/11/11 at 08:56 PM May you dream long, Alison, and your visits to many moons be blessed with visitations like those expressed in this wonderful poem! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 08/12/11 at 10:49 PM One of the Best pieces I've read on being a grandparent. I sitting here crying and smiling at the same time. Geat write! |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 08/19/11 at 02:33 AM Unbearably precious. I'm hoping to be a Nanna someday soon, and I pray he or she tickles my ears and knows that I love him that far and back again. |
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