Can I write about a boy whose blood surges through my veins
whose heart pumps in my chest as a ferocious wind
May I write about a young man whose blue eyes pierce through darkness and
spread gold on shadows and transforms sins of the world – is this not profound?
I’d like to write about my son who makes my breath shallow and makes my heart pound
I must have his spirit close like a good suit of clothes and a handsome vest
I must write about the gift of joy that I receive every minute from my son, my very, very best
But write I cannot as the desk I sit at is splintering under the weight of my love