Little boy with powder blue eyes,
Why do you stare up at me?
This is as strange for you,
As it is for me.
Do I frighten you?
Is it because I am bigger?
That the world seems so new,
While it shines so bright in your eyes?
Does my voice sound familiar?
So low and tranquil.
I hope you can learn to smile at me.
Look up to me, like a hero.
Your hands are so tiny.
Mine are large, etched with the marks of time and scars
Would it be strange
To see so much of me in you?
I don’t remember being so small.
Did I look like you?
I hope I don’t scare you.
So I can be someone you look up to.
Someone you can come to.
But yet,
As you reach up with eyes wide open—
I am no stranger.
I feel blessed,
And a bit proud,
To able to share my eyes with you,
Such a beautiful creature.
I press my lips against the warmth of your cheek.
My finger in the strong grip of your fist.
You are my boy.
You are my son.
{Inspired by my band director at a function,
he had his son and he was so tender with the child that it was soooo adorable.
And since it was his first born, I imagined him as this awe-struck man just being handed his child.
I hope you all enjoy it!}
