He is gentle and kind
And thoughtful
And loving and quick
And clever
And daring
And sometimes
Not so nice
And he still mouths
His mother’s words
And he weeps
When he is sad
And he watches
Too much television
And he understands
Way too much and
Way too little
And he doesn’t know who he is
Or who he will become
And life around him in all ages
Is so interesting
And not
And he is working it all out
He has been taught how to behave
And he does
Except in secret
He is blessed with talents
And confidence and hope
Convention bores yet draws
And he wants to get away
And he wants to stay
And he thinks love lasts a lifetime…
Perhaps it does
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem