An Extraordinary Triumph of Ordinary Proportion

A spontaneous poem for #worldpoetryday

my child
makes little sense
few words fewer
talents no test to
tell us
what went wrong what
he gets right
still
everything
about him is delicate
delicious
fine
eyelashes fan
starfish hands
old words
made new with new
sounds
not of this world
may never
make his mark
so what
my world is wider
deeper
and sometimes
darker
no reason
just repeat
he may not know

he is brave

but taught
me not to be
afraid
of the dark

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