He knows exactly
when to start and
when to stop,
even when his
reserves seem
endless.
I always
get a thrill
when he talks
to his
toys.
Where does
he get that
strange combination
of adult
admonitions
and his own
brand of
logic?
I never know
what he will
say or what will
fascinate him
for the day.
His play
has an easy, joyful
grace.
His smiles are
steeped
in the delightful
mysteries
of the never,
never land
called
childhood.
(Dec. 6, 2009)
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