Saturday, May 10, 2008


“When you were a kid what were your wantings?”
asks my little boy
while I cuddle him close in the bottom bunk.
I smile.
His word is unconventional, accurate, and simple.
My wantings were
to be important,
to be loved, and needed,
to mean something to someone,
to change the world in some way,
I say.
“Well, here I am!”
he proclaims, as he props up his curly head
and looks squarely at me.
Yes, there you are.
I have what I was wanting.

1 comment:

Lana Banana said...

sometimes i think i don't want to have children . . . and then, i read something like this . . . and i want to have 20.