My Little Boy

My little boy moves like a marionette,

 Held up by invisible strings. 

Dancing across his own stage to a story all his own,

Full of life and vivid colour,

That only his mind can see,

Whirs and spins and sputters,

Of cars big and small.

Accelerate and race to

Tumble down into traffic jams

Or be eaten by monsters with

Bright blue fur.

And when words fall like water

Into an exaggerated story as he animates,

I am entertained by tales of t-rexs and brilliant pirate battles.

Blown away by the exuberant exaltations

Of little things he notices.

Astounded by astute observations

From a seven year old mind.

In his bright eyes full of life I see

A boy ready to fight for life,

Frail as he may be.

Written in 2012 for Cody. With all the struggles he has passed through, he still sees the joy in life.  You are right little guy when you say, "There are good days and bad days, but on those bad days we've got to remember the good days."