December 22, 2012

Christmas’ birthday



My son thinks that since there are so many parties
it must be Christmas’ birthday

that when people’s eyes are closed
their eyes have gone away

that macaroni and cheese
and spaghetti
cannot possibly both
be pasta

and when I ask him if he knows
this or that
he always answers
yes

tonight I snapped at my husband
for a key he didn’t lose
and I apologized
though my voice still sounded like metal

I asked my son if he knew
why I was in a rotten mood
and he said yes
then told me I was a bum-bum
and ordered me
to laugh.

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I don’t know if love has limits, but I love you both to and with all my maximums. I just love you, love you, love you. It’s weird that other folks can read this, and I just don’t care. I bow to the laughing order.

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He is the Buddha among us.

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