Thomas (for Kathy)
by Darlene L. Young, pub. in The Year My Son and I Were Born, by Kathryn Soper
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A summer plum, pussywillows,
wind chimes.
Eternal dappled afternoon
and the rainbow in the sprinkler.
You’d think he was a kite
snapping in the merry gust,
dancing with the moon.
Million-dollar jackpot grin
that makes you want to stick around and try your luck.
Sweet padded dumpling hands,
like paws with feathered fingers.
Shiny chocolate-puddle eyes
that follow you around and crown you king.
But most of all, that heart–
a heart large and bright enough
for us in all our tiny stinginess
to sit beside and warm our bony hands.
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