A Breakfast Poem

We sit here together,

Unaffected by the weather

Which chose to not pamper

Our day with warm loving rays

Blue eyes so bright, quickly closed tight

As my dear young son prays

"Lord help my mom stay"

I open my eyes to a haze

Of unbeckoned tears

I've realized the years

Have emboldened my smart little man

With his unmarr'd worldview

All he knows to be true

Is his mommy improves his days

This trip, a surprise, that brightened his eyes

He is truly so glad that I came.

Of course, I am too

As he is the glue

That binds up the parts of my soul

Which threaten to shatter

Due to all this black matter

That's tainted my grown up world view

I've realized what lies

Beyond the blue skies

Of childhoods ignorant bliss

I wish he could stay

Forever this way

Unmarr'd by the worlds abyss.

Unfortunately I know

That for him to grow

He must endure some pain.

And although I hate it

And wish I could erase it

I know his bright future

Depends on the suture

Of these childhood wounds.

So I take his small hand

And promise I'll stand

Forever and always beside

His small little soul

As he continues to grow

Into his foreordained destiny

It won't be easy I swallow queasy

Feelings of inadequacy and dread.

Such a daunting task

I'm tempted to ask

Someone else to fill my shoes.

But if I've learned just one lesson

It's that history proves

Little boys need their mom.

To kiss on a bruise and aid as they muse

Over why this world is unfair.

I may not have answers for all of the cancers

That threaten my baby's blue skies

So we bow in prayer

And send words through the air

I promise him no more lies

When I don't have answers

And can't produce dancers

To brighten a cloudy grey day

I'll tell him the truth

Regardless of youth

And hold his hand steady to pray

"Lord I am grateful

For this big plateful

Of blessings you've brought my way

But I cannot pretend

That I can just blend

All this together and say

Thank you all right away.

I might have some questions

Regarding the digestions

Of dishes served on my plate

Excuse all the trouble

But my belly's in bubbles

I thought the reviews said you're great."

Out of the silence

With no hint of violence

My dear God proceeded to say

"Don't question my talent,

You chose your own fate.

You picked off the menu

What you just ate."

"Yes, ok fine, that choice was mine

But I asked for blue skies, not grey

That wasn't my choice!"

As I raised my voice

Indignant, "god what do you say?"

Instead of a fuss, he said

"Child, just trust

And open those pretty blue eyes.

Who cares if it's grey

You're here now to stay

For a time with your life's greatest prize

You have a purpose

This wasn't just chance

Don't question my judgement

There is no happenstance."

I open my eyes and gaze at the prize

That has been entrusted to me.

I know I could spend

Countless days on end

Asking him what he was thinking.

But the decisions been made

And surely I've prayed

To be in this moment with him

Those big bright blue eyes

His miniature size

My child, his heart is my home.

As we walk to the house,

I'm quiet as a mouse

Only answering his continual chatter.

The grey skies don't matter

And though I would rather

The yellow warm rays of the sun

My heart is so full

As I feel my son pull

Me along the street to his home.

His hand in mine

No regard to the time

Just enjoying our moments together.