My weariness
hides the brightness
shining on
the bed.
His eyes are
still shining when
he asks for
water.
I watch him
drink, laugh,
touch the
water.
My eyes are about
to close
when he starts
saying the
alphabet
on his own.
Softly, we sing
together.
Our little space
is a glowing
ship in
the sky,
sailing into
a dream of
letters dancing
to our
song.
(Oct. 6, 2009)
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