I have a son who never lets me take his picture. He is 19. He moves or makes a face or turns his head just as I am about to snap the picture. He is handsome now but he was absolutely the cutest little boy I have ever seen. He was the Gerber baby for sure.
Little Man
Poem of the Mother
~Myra Sklarew~
The heart goes out ahead
scouting for him
While I stay at home
keeping the fire,
holding the house down
around myself
like a skirt from the high wind.
The boy does not know
how my eye strains to make out
his small animal shape
swimming hard across the future
nor that I have strengthened myself
like the wood side of this house
for his benefit.
I stay still
so he can rail against me.
I stay at the fixed center of things
like a jar on its shelf
or the clock on the mantel
so when his time comes
he can leave me.
Luke
I have been trying lately, more than ever, to let my boy become a man.
Donum of Visum 