Monday, November 07, 2011


He made it.
To the top.
Perched there, on the roof,
Like a squirrel in the fall,
Heavy but almost, not always,
Sure footed.
He is 4 today.

4 years wiser, more determined,
& willing to challenge.
He is sensitive in his feelings,
Speaks as if he's from North Jersey,
Scratches his itchy patches
And runs till he's breathless,
But then pushes on.

He is my every third heartbeat
My ever loving Nate.

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