The death of a moon cowboy

I am a somewhat-youth with ideas and thoughts and too many dreams that sometimes overflow as these little dribblings from my fingertips. I guess you can try to collect and capture them.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Snow on your day

On your day it's snowing,
wet and pale like your first moment,
all wide-mouthed and noise and glistening
new life.
So small, your tottering form
has never been enough to contain
all that spirit and raucous laughing
innocent joy.
It's more than a little paradoxical.
Except smallness you will outgrow,
and still you'll enliven me,
quicken my purpose and intentions,
and it's surely a wonder
how you smile
your three-year even-toothed grin that
hasn't stopped
since you first looked up
those opal eyes into mine.

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Happy Birthday Orion. You inspire me.

at the living planet aquarium


Amy Beatty said...

My goodness. I love you both so much. You are the greatest daddy ever. Can't believe you got this up there without me knowing. We are the luckiest parents in the whole wide wide beautiful world. How are we so blessed? I love you honey. I'm so glad you wrote this. You need to add it to O's journal.

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