My son takes the world in tiny pieces,
Leaving fragments as he goes,
The baby steps he took as a three year old,
Enlightened and strengthened
And made him bold.
My son carries the world
On well worn shoulders,
Stooped with a soul as old as time;
Heeding at the heavens of nature
Setting forth and seeking sublime.
My son sees the world
In different colors,
It is not a world that we all see;
It is bathed in silk, angelic fabric
Struggling in the world to be.
My son experiences the world
At each halting interval,
Picking it up in tiny pieces – letting it fall;
Carrying it around in a stone, mason jar
Bringing a lesson to us all.