Beautiful BoyA Poem by Jeremy BakerI can see my little boy from the window, playing outside. It’s not just him; when he turns his face to me and smiles I can see my beloved, her parents, my mother and father, a grin, a frown, a curious look and unbridled joy, a direct lineage of love within his features. He waves to me. How is it possible that this impossibly beautiful boy wants to spend his hours with me? Perhaps, like Cupid, he looks not with his eyes but with his heart. No matter, I have no defence against these blue eyes of his, those tiny hands and limbs, he who is my diminutive likeness. My boy throws himself into my arms and I swear there is no world beyond this: no war, no pain, no hurt, nor anything that would take my attention from him. For him my life is expendable, my efforts inexhaustible; That which may dare to hurt him will choke on the grapes of my wrath! For he is my son: all failures in me made right in him, untouched, unsullied and undaunted. From him comes my purpose anew, with my self-doubt: Surely I am unworthy, undeserving and unprepared? Each day is a new beginning, another chance to get it right. For my boy will be a man someday and I dare not get it wrong. Never has my heart existed outside my own body, never have my beloved and I succeeded in blending our love to such perfection. As I help him build his memories, I hope he leaves space for me. © 2011 Jeremy BakerAuthor's Note
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Added on June 26, 2011Last Updated on June 29, 2011 AuthorJeremy BakerBusselton, South West, AustraliaAboutI'm a former English & Literature teacher who has always enjoyed the magic, power and simple romance of words well written. My favourite writers include Pablo Neruda, Liam O'Flaherty, Anthony Eaton.. more..Writing
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