Tiaan so happy with the Bonsai I tell him he need not 
pay me back – though that was the deal – his great joy 
is payment enough; I watch the ‘little man’ preparing 
breakfast and lunch, rice cakes and cottage cheese, 
eggnog, pasta and fish
 
Then he thinks of homework, decides nothing important 
enough for tonight – we expel Nici from the computer to 
watch Britain’s Got Talent, an unknown singing My Funny 
Valentine in liquid-gold voice, me laughing watching 
Tiaan presenting his own show for his mom
 
He’s off to bed – I’m left wondering where his wonderful 
qualities come from; we visited his grandma today, he 
was civility itself – what a sweet boy, full of good humour, 
never complains when I give directions while he’s driving 
yet Nici refuses to drive when I am around – 
 
Are all sons special like this, a blessing, a joy? 
1 May 2013                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem