
Wren sits beside me
Listening patiently to my composition
Our shared love of tornadoes
Inspired him to write his own
I asked permission to share it
With you, dear reader
His pride and joy
Glowing face alight
Enthusiastic consent given with glee
To be a mother is a funny thing
Half of my mixed-up genetic soup
In a being wholly his own
Inner world I am gifted
To be privy to
Deep conversations shared
Together at bedtime
His back turned to me in the dark
So I may trace alphabet letters
In cursive
A weighty blessing wrapped up
In many asks and snacks
Why, and how,
And don’t forget
to say please!
Pushing and pulling
Our bond is poetic
Revealing truths, shaping reality
Altering perception
I am so proud of
My little boy
And his poem
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.




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Beautiful