I watch my son playing
Running and dancing
Building with bricks
Imagining the little plastic man exists
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Does time cloud the focus from men to boys Can others words convince us in the end, its our choice? Danny
A very sentimental piece, touching the heart of the reader. Thank you for sharing
The innocence and joy of a two year old, how marvelously you have described it. It gives me pause to close my eyes and dream of being far away with my grandsons,2 & 4 and when they hear what they never want to hear, '' nite, nites, time', then it up the stairs to hold them close and read 'GoodNight Moon' for starts! You have let me enjoy a day with them here, toys and laughs and tears and hugs, the whole package, here in your poem. thanks soooo much.....love, marci.xo