Little Boy, Wondering

LITTLE BOY, WONDERING

He sat there so still.
The quiet evening swirled around him
in eddies of bird song
while fireflies twinkled unafraid
before his little-boy hands.

He sat there so still.
As though life were all but gone
and activity seemed as far removed
from his nature as Heaven is
above the earth.

He sat there so still.
But I was not deceived,
for I knew the horizons within his mind
were busily expanding once again,
exploring some new possibility.

I’d gone to fetch him in,
supper was waiting.
But I paused there,
hand upon the door,
reluctant to intrude upon his growing.

Even his ever-present companion
lay with silky head
upon short, black paws,
and gazed silently upon the miracle
of a little boy, wondering.

What winged arrow of truth
had struck that fertile mind?
What touch had stilled those flying feet,
and halted the onrushing days
of childhood freedom?

I knew, even as I watched,
that I might never know
unless he chose to share a small portion
of his growing with one who,
perhaps, remembered.

And, if I asked what kept him there,
chances are he would reply,
“Nothin’, Mom, Just thinkin’!”
Jump to his feet and take up
the dance of life.

He sat there so still.
the night swirling around him
like the endless galaxies in the sky above.
And I knew that we were one,
my son and I
and the stars!

c.2011/Donna Swanson/ Splinters of Light

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About dswan2

Poet, author, columnist, lyricist, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, wife of 50 years. Born and raised in America's Heartland
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2 Responses to Little Boy, Wondering

  1. Stafford says:

    Yes! I had one special child like that who observed nature and wondered… he is now a Railway Policeman… funny how life catches up and traps wonder in necessity. But, he is a great dad with a son who sits and wonders too. And to write this you must be a great Mom too that understands.

    • dswan2 says:

      Yes, this was written about a wonderful little boy who grew up to be a farmer by trade and an artist by inspiration. He built beautiful furniture for his family and became a strong and caring father and husband. But, sadly, at age 35 he was taken from us by colon cancer. Now he has the answers to all that wondering.

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