Tuesday, May 09, 2006

The Face of a Son

he said I have morning hands
as he sat half kneeling on the floor
finger over finger over finger
under shoelace inside knots
looking up when he spoke
not down at the mess of hand
shoe string leg knee
dimples on both sides
but around one
four freckles
in a sort of square
a lean-to shanty square
that will fall off and dismantle
when he is grown or half grown
or maybe tomorrow when
he is a bit more grown than today
and I will scoop them up
the little brown dots
and smooth them back on his cheek

6 Comments:

Blogger sigmund fraud said...

"...and I will scoop them up
the little brown dots
and smooth them back
on his cheek"

Well written.

Saturday, May 13, 2006 11:20:00 AM  
Blogger Letajo said...

thanks sigmund...do you ever hang out here?

http://p198.ezboard.com/bsaltydreamsbook2

Saturday, May 13, 2006 11:56:00 AM  
Blogger saltyfeline said...

happy mother's day!


:)

Sunday, May 14, 2006 7:59:00 PM  
Blogger bike said...

Nice one, Christine. He is a real cutie. Thank god for freckles and dimples. I hope he never grows out of them.

Bike

Tuesday, May 16, 2006 3:48:00 PM  
Blogger Letajo said...

Bike- lovely to have you here in my attic...sigh...

Wednesday, May 17, 2006 3:56:00 PM  
Anonymous Dick Jones said...

Delightful - a depiction both highly personal & yet accessible to all who have young children (I have two). I like the simplicity & directness of the language; it frames the subject so well.

Saturday, May 20, 2006 1:45:00 AM  

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