Strides
For Sam 2012
He still jumps onto my bed
to read himself to sleep.
His damp hair still smells like
his boyhood.
But his long legs reveal
his plans to grow up
and walk into his life
carrying my heart
in each long stride.
For Sam 2012
He still jumps onto my bed
to read himself to sleep.
His damp hair still smells like
his boyhood.
But his long legs reveal
his plans to grow up
and walk into his life
carrying my heart
in each long stride.