Robots, Rockets and Trains

Today my son is three, and I’m participating in a month long poetry writing challenge. So, that explains this. Enjoy.

robots, rockets and trains

tomorrow you’re three
and it feels like both an eternity
and only moments ago
that you came out
and unfolded
and unfolded again
so long and slimy and squirmy
so wonderful and beautiful
so life changing
so life affirming

we battle
already a clash of wills at 6 am
with tantrums and tears
over the right cereal bowl
(the orange one)
and whether the oatmeal
is any good
(it is)

by six-oh-five
we’ve rediscovered teamwork
and hugs and smiles and whispers
and all the drama that just happened
is forgotten –
“that’s silly, Daddy”

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