He loves
to kick the ball
on lazy afternoons
or prance upon his little toes
at night.
She bakes
her Play-Doh pies
or colors in her book
of dreams...her bursting smile is my
delight.
He slurs
and gurgles g's
through chubby drooling cheeks
and slides across the tile with all
his might.
Children,
my lil' children,
flesh and blood and spirit
all in one. Like the sun, they are
a light.
(1990)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem