fragile white bread crumbs lead up to my stairs
it snowed again only lightly
lead up to my stairs, come in
come in and listen for awhile
but listening is not a boy’s best business

‘I want to play with you
I want to sleep all day,
I want to cut fragile white bread crumb shapes of snow
from paper and hang them in your heart’
says my son

snow melts and mud runs
sun sets and what have we done
when he’s six foot two
and we didn’t know what to do
with his heart

Dec 17, 2009