Monday Mimisms: And Love, Oh Do Not Forget

So I watched my boy string along his boy

With a bounce and a wind and a breeze
And my heart did a skip when he tried not to trip
O’er mountains of memory leaves

But the mesh in my mind
Had been tethered by time
Through the bumps and the gusts and the waves
And the kite it did fly
Painted mournful
Blue sky
In the land of the love they had made

And I saw a new day in the wings
Of the waves and the smell of a summer’s eve
Of little boy pride and daddies who try
To push boys into manly things

Fly, my lovelies
Fly, my heart
Fly into storms unafraid
And settle the brilliance
Of sunsets unfettered
On shores of great strides you have made


Utter your most lofty words
And lay down your arms of regret
In sunsets of
Brilliance
and branches caught singing
A song
On shores of yet

And love
Oh do not forget
And love
Oh do not forget

The strings of the kite tangled up in flight
landed safely wrapped round my feet
I caught them you see in the heart that is me
before either had time to flee

And the waves they did make
A most violent quake
When my heart leapt ahead of the breeze
That flew headlong into
A magnificent moon
No painting more lovely than these

And I watched
In the lens of the love
Of my boy
And my boy

In a place
It remains

Full of grace
Locked away
in my memory house
As he bounced
And he bounced
Cross the fields
And jaunted thru mills
Making splashes and spills
While his dad tried to cushion the falls

And no finer words had I ever heard
Than the mystery of boys on the wind
One lagged behind
The other ran strides
and one kite

That just wanted to fly


Photography credit: Mimi Lenox