He was a round cheeked child
soft of face and form
a mass of brown waves
covering the top of his head.
He carried two dolls
a boy and a girl,
clutched tightly in
his small hands.
It was show-and-tell
and what he wanted
was to share the two dolls
that he loved most.
His mother standing near,
a hand resting gently
on his shoulder,
saying, this is my son.
She, honoring him
who he is
his very essence
so safe in her love.
***Note: The inspiration for this poem came from seeing a little boy and his mom last yearat GIRL's preschool. (This was first posted on 1/17/09)
****"Iron Essence 2" Painting by Chuck Gumpert.
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My boy is at seven still unashamed to take his bear(s)everywhere. I love that about him!
ReplyDeleteOne of my boys had a doll he carried everywhere--those are the ones you know will make terrific dads some day!
ReplyDeleteGood for mom. I hope teachers see a lot of this.
ReplyDeletexoxo
I love this! This is beautiful. And I love that you wrote it based on something you witnessed firsthand.
ReplyDeleteTruly Beautiful dear.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
I'm that very mom who is so proud of her doll loving son. The dolls are gone but the spirit remains.
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