little curly-headed boy
with the happy cherub face
looks at us just glowing...
I wonder what you think?

running thru the house
screeching thru the room
making such a silly mess...
wonder what I mean to you?

we marvel at your bravery
and fear your frail physique
we see the pain that you endure
as tears roll down our cheeks…

but like a lovely, fleeting song
you leave a ripple...
a sweet and pretty ripple
of love across our souls

and somehow we know
you know

Runnells, Iowa ‘13