The snow rested sweetly on the fall enduring leaves,
Mama. Mama. Mama.
I love you. Bye.
The trees tapped the windows as if sending a code,
Mama. Mama. Mama.
Like these cool socks?
The sky started gray, and then blue and then pink, and the frozen earth did the opposite below,
Mama. Mama. Mama.
What you doing? See snow monster mama? Eyes blue.
He has this, it means this, but not this- and oh nothing is for sure,
Mama. Mama. Mama.
Milo come?
His hair is the shape of a slinky’s perfection,
His teeth have the gaps of a Star,
His lips are so puckered and ruby.
Mama. Mama. Mama.
Eat candy mama?
Be a strong boy!
Mama. Mama.
I watch a tiny little show.
Mama.
Trucks.
Mama.
***
You may say my name one million times.
It may be two million, I don’t know.
But I hear you buddy, I promise I do
I know that the words just don’t flow.
Your frustration is wild, untamed and unsure.
Your body grows beautifully, though.
But I see you buddy, I promise I do.
I see to the depths of your soul.
Your skin craves contact and pressure and weight,
Your brain moves faster than light.
But I feel you buddy, I promise I do.
I feel like your heart is so right.
Your eyes see the magic in tiny things,
The way gears and wheels make things go.
But also the life in flowers long gone,
And the vastness and sparkle of snow.
I hear you buddy, I promise I do.
I see how hard that you try.
I feel like you reach to make sense of this world.
How you linger in moments gone by.
We’re missing the magic,
We don’t feel the sun,
We hear, but listening is hard.
You sir, are gifted,
Are present,
Are real,
I stand in awe of your scars.
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