poetry

Cedar at 9

Cedar at 9

chances are he’s barefoot
in a puddle
singing a song
he makes up as he goes
hips swiveling
Cubs hat bobbing
feet splashing mud everywhere

he’s the warm spark
that grounds this family
and lightens us up
the lucky energy that keeps pumping
when we’re about to wind down
our pug-loving chicken farmer
who right now is testing
just how much adrenaline
one hammock can hold

2 thoughts on “Cedar at 9”

  1. Gram says:

    Love the photo and how well you captured your big hearted, fun loving boy.

    1. AEOC says:

      He’s in the hammock right now, too!

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