A beginning, of sorts... AMFT to CPF

   

Mims did this at the high school one year, at my insistence, and she got her friends to help. 

But it was her vision, her dream... 

Before I left the school, I made sure to get a photograph of her beautiful mural. 

I wonder if it is still up?  

Like the willowy silence of spring

you dance happy with yourself,

a larkful of color

bright upon the reef of sunset.

You growl dinosaurs at me,
and you laugh melodically
at my surprise.
How symmetry and balance
make you bubble with exuberance.
How smiles of twinkling giggles

echo in your bright brown eyes.

How I want to share in your experience:

mud-toes, tadpoles, stony sneakers,

and yellow-orange joy.

The pirate ships will take you

where I cannot go,

but if you let me peek blue-wonder

through your delicious jump-rope eyes,

I promise songs and kisses,

lilting lullabies,

mist balloons and unicorns,

a good-night song versed with kings

and wondrous princes,

a shoe-fly dragon, too,

to fill your penguin smile

with playground puppets

and purple parrot dreams.

I originally wrote this poem for Andy, when he was just two in 1990. Then I dug it up again from the cobwebs of memory and I re-dedicated to my Mims in 2007, on her 15th birthday. 

I thought it was a nice way to begin this blog...