Son Of The Air And Sun Poem by Salvatore Ala
Son Of The Air And Sun
Where was my son running to with the ball?
Was it the ball he carried
That compelled him to run?
Did the ball say, 'over here' and 'over here'
And off went my son
Holding the feeling of flight in his hands,
The ball bouncing inside him.
Before he learned to throw, catch, bounce
Or kick the ball,
It made him run, like he was the son of all spheres,
Son of the air and sun.
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