Here’s to you little guy
to dinosaurs and library books,
to demons under your bed.
To ESL and RSP,
and the things they said you’d never be.
Here’s to curly hair you’ll learn to like one day,
and the place you’ll find one day... you'll see.
Here’s to father figures,
bloody noses, scar tissue,
medications and the things
you said you’d never do.
Here’s to stars and planets,
and the novels that taught you to feel.
Feel the things you’d never felt for real.
Here’s to curiosities,
montrisities,
grandiosities you’ve only read about back then
but will live later.
Here’s to hiding behind trees,
being alone but never lonely,
looking people in the heart,
and not their eyes.
Here’s to sticking with me, tenacious little guy.
teaching me to gawk at dinosaur bones
connecting the dots in the night sky.
Reminding me that God never left you
in those sleepless nights alone.
Here’s to laughing and sometimes crying.
Here’s to living, and never dying.
Here’s to being strong while feeling fragile.
to watching everything unravel.
Here’s to us, little guy.
Here’s to us.
