today my son drew me a flower.

i know it is a flower because he told me.

& once he told me, i  see that is just what it is.

both the artist & the mama in me love it muchly.

i long to embroider the simple lines

into something

to somehow save the moment

of his small fingers on that marker, endlessly.

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i can see today

how very soon he will be big

quite taller than me (by far i think)

and no longer wanting to tell me every thought

that is passing through his mind, endlessly.

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now if  i could just figure out which way is rightside up.

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‘small” is taken from 32:2 of deuteronomy.