Progenies

His laugh is a calliope

Composing purest joy

His eyes can look inside of me

With lashes long and coy

 

Redemption sits within his arms

And washes like a tide

I cannot claim his ruthless charm

But I can’t help feel the pride

 

A simple understanding shines

from his eyes upon the world

A wisdom heralded, enshrined

a boisterous love unfurled

 

I try to heed his teachings

fearlessly he claims his friends

Through smiling, laughing, reaching

and his willingness to bend