On Your Eleventh Year of Life

Eleven years old today
And still all I can say is,

I love you,
I love you,
I love you

Words ring from
a distant past,
"You could have been This or That,"

But it doesn't matter
Because what does is
Now.
Here.
You,
You are This--
Beauty come alive
Love made life
And you are That--
Formidable,
Unconquerable
Relentlessly beautiful

Our one of two magnificent truths

So, yes,
On your 11th year of life,
and countless years more,
Our dear Garret
My eternal Little Prince,

I. 
Love.
You. 

Wednesdays

Bird song

As I sit here

with my cup of lemon

and black

Sunrise

Just behind the corner

The morning air

on my back

I do not know what birds they are

As much as I do not know 

all the workings of

my child's mind

But

I hear their song

and  

I know my child's heart.  

Come Find Me

I bid you, 
Come find me
See what it's like to see the sky
In rainbow colors instead of only blue and white
Come find joy in flicking various things: brushes, crayons, cans of paint
Come find peace in humming
As I press piano keys and
Pluck guitar strings
Come find healing
Me cradling your tired heart
And you, mine.
I bid you
Come find me
And know only this singular truth:

Love. Love will in turn find you.