The Littlle Boy at Five Two and Oh

I saw a litte cloud up in the air

tiny droplets of blue haze

swirling and twirling peacefully

as I intently fixed my gaze

Expecting to see it form into a car,

a boat, a dragon or a horse

as clouds normally do,

a gust of wind blew

and it is gone after two

the boy at five two and oh

my bundle of joy, source of my laughter

my warmth and my relief

never denying me of the tightest hugs

sweetest kisses as he welcomes me with delight.

Sorry my dear but I cannot share

your fondness for the iron beasts

while you look at them with glee

as they roar and pass us by.

I know it will take you away from me.

I could have helped mould you into a fine shape

with my bare hands, my experience

and most of all my heart

but this boy at five two and oh

has left as I feared.

I couldn’t even ignite the fire

of the kiln to harden the shape he is in.

The cloud is now settled on a different shore

where it would form into a stallion, a unicorn

an angel perhaps and I cannot see it transform.

The boy at five two and oh

Shall have a different tongue

I can barely understand

He will have no memories of me

for he has just turned two.

I shall always bear in my heart

his tight embrace, flying kisses

the wonder in his eyes

his grunts and requests to take him out

to walk in the park

Goodbye for now my sweet little child

I hope I have planted something in your heart.

Lolo pogi