POETRY: I Want To Be, Grapes

Thursday, April 1, 2010

POETRY: I Want To Be, Grapes

Small Boy In The Rain March 2010

I WANT TO BE

I want to be.

My life is too big for my heart

He wasn't so big,

He was bigger than little

And he was bouncy

And he wanted to do everything,

But he couldn't

Because he was a marshmallow.

GRAPES

My pants are my grapes.

I wish I were a grape.

He wants to talk,

but he can't.

His mouth is full of sand.

(*Small Boy told me that this last part was about another little boy who couldn't talk or walk because he was made that way. What I find interesting is that I don't know that he has actually ever met anyone like that yet.)

2 comments:

AnonymousApril 1, 2010 at 11:51 AM
Oh my goodness, what a gift! Best of luck to you and the boy on this project and thank you for sharing. Laura K
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AnonymousApril 1, 2010 at 12:29 PM
Those were like haiku poems! I am seriously impressed!!!
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About the Very Small Boy

We learned not to underestimate the Small Boy after he outsmarted us In Utero (see the Knack of Flying Blog, Feb. 2006 - "Milk From God's Nose"). He likes to smile. He loves to dance. He wants to marry Rachel (from Glee) or Anna (his first friend) or Klaire or maybe Lauryn -- but for now he's keeping his options open. He just started preschool, but wants to be a Buckeye, and insists that he's "keeping his grades up" to that end. The love of his life is Great Uncle Harry, followed closely by Hinata M'OWee...a wee, crazed furrball who thinks she's part Small Boy-Guardian Angel...and part ninja.

He has a laugh that can melt icecream and a flair for the dramatic... and we think he's a pretty good kid.

LIFE IS TOO BIG FOR MY HEART
-- The Blog of the Very Small Boy

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Thursday, April 1, 2010