It’s His Lens

Posted on April 17, 2018 by Caro

Avi Picture taker

Blurry and mismatched

Crystal clear and identical

He is his mother’s child

Nothing new to grandmothers

but he is new to me

He dances with abandon

Sings with a full orchestra

SOME PIG

My heart swells

when his eyes puddle

Oh no, ya llego la lluvia

Los gatos no ponen huevos.

¿La lumbris es buena?

His little fingers

learning to work together

We decide what how

he will perceive the world,

his or not

to create what he needs

to fill his desires

My world will not be his;

his will be his own

but he will love it

like he fills me

with love and excitement

 

About Caro

I am a social worker by training and a peace officer by profession having worked with California’s delinquent youth and young adults for 28 years. I firmly believe that our development as humans depends on our environment and that sometimes we get stuck. As such, I write about those things we sometimes ignore or fail to see until we are forced to pay attention.
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2 Responses to It’s His Lens

  1. Patrick Stewart says:
    April 17, 2018 at 12:26 PM

    The Future! With 3 granddaughters myself Caro – I can relate! Beautiful!

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