Perfect, oyster-translucent skin. Ribs that heave as you breathe. Your arms bent, legs taut, ready to run at me.
You all but puff steam from your nostrils. When you charge, you try to knock me over, but your eight-year-old body isn't substantial enough yet. You are angles and bones.
Your torso rams into mine and I purposely fall back. I know that in a few years you will be able to take me down, but for now you are still a small boy.
Earlier you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, arms up, studying your biceps. "Do I look strong?" you kept asking.
"Yes," I said, even though you just looked skinny and cute.
You are energy and exuberance embodied right now. You exhaust me.
But you also give me so much more than you know.
Beautiful..I love to know how your heart feels~
Posted by: M | December 20, 2011 at 06:56 AM
Lovely! Hello from another Seattleite.
Posted by: ARC | December 21, 2011 at 09:30 AM
Beautiful. I think the same things about my nine-year-old, who's a skinny little thing with marshmallow muscles. I always tell him he's crazy strong.
Posted by: Averil Dean | December 21, 2011 at 08:14 PM
Great duaolgie !“Yes dear, do be careful” reads like a punch-line though. Very funny! :pBesides, Tuwa will probably not be what they think it is.
Posted by: Ashley | January 31, 2012 at 07:59 PM