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In Michael’s Eyes

What windows am I looking through?
Show me, Michael.
I want to be where you are,
I want to play beside you.
Reach for a puddle,
put my hand print over yours
for tracks to follow.
I will sweep the floor,
as you sweep the floor.
Open all the doors,
for doors are entrances
to other places.

I will call out like you,
and name the names
of our beloved.
Mommy, where are you?
Daddy, play with me.
Memaw, Memaw,
lets chase Jackie!
All here,
in some paradise of ourselves.
You find them for me Michael,
and we’ll play.

Yesterday,
you looked up at me
and said new words,
and I,
who only know words
scratched with age,
heard a bell inside yours,
and spent all day,
singing them!

Published inIndex of all Poems