Six
billion people in the world
yet,
one solitary soul
arrests me.
his head seemingly miss- shaped
body disproportioned.
his face scrunched in protest or in cry
like a shriveled prune
or red
red like an angry red balloon
ready to pop at any moment.
his smile lopsided, akin to elvis at times;
comical coming from
a month old chinese baby.
nevertheless
he is simply, implicitly
beautiful.
i watch him
mesmerized.
enveloped in content.
solely for him
do i cease
in the midst of
sleeping,
eating
or talking.
so significant
are his wants.
i want to shield him
from all things
evil
ugly
wrong.
i want to give him
the universe
with all its suns, moons and stars…
i cannot.
so i shall give him
all i can.
even lay down my life
for this solitary soul,
for my son,
joaquim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem... love it...