Monday, January 31, 2011
2/1/2011- Garron, you're turning nine. So glad to have somebody as enthusiastic about Star Wars & Blue Devil comics as I am to talk to. I wrote this for your Celebration of Life at WMS a few years ago. When you were a baby we called you our inside sun- you would rouse us to wake the moment there was light outside. It still pertains to you, for you are fiery & prone to flares of exhalation at any moment about any number of subjects. Happy birthday to a wonderfully challenging son! Daddy wouldn't trade a second of you!
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He tells me so much more than expected-
utterances so unfettered they soar-
super-powered, mud-splattered action-rocket-stegosaurs!
Bam- Pyoo- Crash! Than stop.Daddy guess what?
Today- today we learned the sun is burning hot with gasses
and it has spots!
Miss Rogers says someday- actually- it will be a super-nova!
Miss Rogers says it- it is so amazing!
Suddenly, his story ends,
his arms embrace me,
tension strays from its orbit
ordained to dissolve, a runaway planet
reflective of the sun's keen rays- snuggled- snoozing- super-nova son
Miss Rogers is right. He is so amazing.