Twinkle Toes
I wrote this a while ago, and it came up in on 'return to draft?' option when I came write an entry. its about Cody, my nephew.
Hey twinkle toes. Got a smile for me?
glossy curls sticking out wildly in all directions
rosy cheeks, chubby thighs, tiny fingernails ,and long eyelashes
baby feet against the palm of my hand.
This little piggie went to the market! This little piggie had none!
a toothless smile. squeals of hysterical laughter, like the peeling of bells
fill the enclosed safety of the flower patterned tent above our heads.
Our little world- where apathy has no hold- corruption has no reign.
We, this life and mine, lay side by side. smiling in our little makeshift tent
that holds a broken world at bay.
This little man might be president, might be a firefighter or he might be superhero, like the ones flying allover his pajama pants. He might make things with his perfect little hands, or travel many places with his intrepid little feet. Either way, this babyboy will always be a giant in my eyes- the best at what he does.
Right now, he is the agilest walker, the heartiest eater. The healthiest pooper! The most beautiful babbler. He is a genius at everything he does. When he smiles, the world sparkles, shimmers, and glows behind my eyes. When he is sick, my heart shatters a little at the sound of his tired crying, his puffy eyes.
In this world he has created in me, everything is light, and air, and hope. And, the greatest of ironies.... I create his world. I Pray my little corruptions- in the way I move, breathe, speak- might never truly inject themselves into the purity of this umblemished soul. I pray I do more good than harm.
but as of right now, all sins are forgiven .in this little sanctuary of soft cloth, transparent as rays of light shine down to kiss his soft golden skin...I am freer than I have been in all my life.
Hey twinkle toes. Got a smile for me?
glossy curls sticking out wildly in all directions
rosy cheeks, chubby thighs, tiny fingernails ,and long eyelashes
baby feet against the palm of my hand.
This little piggie went to the market! This little piggie had none!
a toothless smile. squeals of hysterical laughter, like the peeling of bells
fill the enclosed safety of the flower patterned tent above our heads.
Our little world- where apathy has no hold- corruption has no reign.
We, this life and mine, lay side by side. smiling in our little makeshift tent
that holds a broken world at bay.
This little man might be president, might be a firefighter or he might be superhero, like the ones flying allover his pajama pants. He might make things with his perfect little hands, or travel many places with his intrepid little feet. Either way, this babyboy will always be a giant in my eyes- the best at what he does.
Right now, he is the agilest walker, the heartiest eater. The healthiest pooper! The most beautiful babbler. He is a genius at everything he does. When he smiles, the world sparkles, shimmers, and glows behind my eyes. When he is sick, my heart shatters a little at the sound of his tired crying, his puffy eyes.
In this world he has created in me, everything is light, and air, and hope. And, the greatest of ironies.... I create his world. I Pray my little corruptions- in the way I move, breathe, speak- might never truly inject themselves into the purity of this umblemished soul. I pray I do more good than harm.
but as of right now, all sins are forgiven .in this little sanctuary of soft cloth, transparent as rays of light shine down to kiss his soft golden skin...I am freer than I have been in all my life.