Wednesday, March 10, 2010

My heart going boom-boom-boom

It's strange to notice things I must have just forgotten
back there in childhood dust
all those years ago
like the predilection of holding my arms
straight above my head
wrists limp
while lying on my back in bed

and it just comes back to me
as I look at him
like a miniature format
like a tiny blueprint
like a little rendering
of me

right there on that wooden bed
is this person
this whole person
with blood pushing
through his body
growing fast
like seedlings reaching for sunlight

he is so much like me
that I can hear my heart pound


mommaruthsays said...


Jodi said...

This is so beautiful!

LucyCooper said...

Love this. I love the awe of catching a little glimpse of childhood through my son.
Love the Solsbury Hill reference, too ;o)

TexasBobbi said...

Awesome and so true.

Amber (woodmouse) said...

That is beautiful. I'm always stealing little peeks into the window of my own childhood through my son.

Betsy B. Honest said...

oh my, this is lovely


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