at two and nine
short years old.
i live in my world
of hopeful and maybe blissful ignorance.
a little place where
your futures are so full
of hope and promise
and all those good things
i dream and plan and pray for you.
i hold smugly in my mind
that you will not be ‘those boys’
that are always in some kind of trouble.
that you will be ‘raised right’
that you will look after each other
look up to your elders
serve your community
and always give just a little more
that you will have great confidence
to go against the grain
that you will be leaders
and inspire others
with radical thinking and
and the soft caress of kind words.
that you will be everything
my heart already sees in you.