Tuesday, June 12, 2007

A Son In The Soft Grass of Spring

The Soft Grass of Spring 

Where are you going? 
There must be wisdom in the breeze, 
music in the dry summer air 
as you longboard the hills, 
careening down, hips shifting left and right.

When you smile and hug, 
the world falls into order. 
Words nor time matter,
But I worry 
If my love will get lost

In your desire for a car, 
your first kiss, 
that special girl, 
or when you move away? 
For I'm only your mother. 

Your stride will grow, 
your reach will go beyond mine
your generation will see new truths.
Me, on this parent's journey 
Raising you means letting you go. 

But now, you're smiling,
twirling in the soft grass of spring, 
singing a song of the breezes 
defining your way, 
brave and willing, as only you can.