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every day

i am more convinced

that God gave you to me

so i can see Him

better.

small son

you point me to

our Great Father

like a compass, a weathervane,

a cross.

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the way you lean forward

puppy-eager

to talk and kiss and wave your hands about

squeezes something in my heart

and reminds me

that you are breathtakingly important

a world of wonder

dead-true feelings and thoughts

now, just as you are.

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you precious amalgamation

precariously knit

shreds of skin and bone

you hum with life

shot-through with veins of red and blue

how vibrant and vivid and impossible you are.

i want to wrap you up inside my jacket

and keep you there, a joey.

instead, i let the long string unfurl

you tug and arc and pull

higher in the wind 

and the beckoning blue sky

i can't

i must

you grow

i cry

good

bye

my

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