On my Son’s second birthday – things I must remember.
While taking trips within my head
some things are really better said
To try and do what I think is right
I’ll teach my son that he should not fight
I’ll show him everything that I can
yet he’ll stick his fingers in the fan
To put into words what must be felt
like tasting food that can’t be smelt
We can only guess just what it’s like
until we take to our own flight
Nothing will show all that life brings
until within his song he sings
His body will vibrate like a lute
his voice will sing out like a flute
For then he’ll know the pain and joy
as he discovers each new toy
My son then smiles as he nears the ground
enjoying the new things he has found
His mind will wander and wonder and more
as he sees new objects on the floor
It’s such a joy to watch his eyes
while his imagination fills the skies
New thoughts and directions come to him
forever daring to act on a whim
As his teacher I must stay free
and let him see what he can be
Never to guard his questioning sight
I’m only there to give him might
To share the all as I think it to be
never ever restricting his liberty
For the error of my crazy ways
can only show him just a phase
A moment in time but not his own
remembering too I wanted to be shown
I could not accept what others taught
while gleaming truths from my own thought
I was sure I knew without a doubt
just what the world was all about
To find new truths and make a plan
to question everything that you can
And so I must without a sound
let him fall upon the ground
He’ll think about the way it was
and when I ask say “just because…”
To try and show just how much joy
I get each day from my little boy
Would be like reaching the rainbows end
and having all that gold to spend
© Michael “Sailor” Granucci – September 10, 1982
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