a simple reflection
of a simple boy.
meet Paul:
he can read only
his name and home address.
he can add as long
as his fingers will allow.
he rarely spreads his own
peanut butter and jelly.
he is the first
to stretch out a greeting hand.
the neighbor kids proclaim his popularity
proven by his many "hello's" in the halls.
he will break many into smiles
with his lovable greetings and hugs.
at school assemblies he's given
a standing ovation for his
bowling and basketball.
his athletic abilities, including his
mini-golf scores often surpass my own.
on Fridays, he counts down the days
until school starts again.
he thrives on routine.
his mornings are spent reciting with my mother
the consecutive events of the day
(school lunch always being a highlight).
his future doesn't exist
beyond the wall calender month.
much to our dismay
he loves the music turned up loud
he belts out every song,
whether known or unknown
and sings in tune.
he can impersonate and memorize movies
little mermaid to jackie chan.
he reminds us to bow are heads
before dinner.
he talks about and to
Jesus, his invisible friend.
his temper subsides
if we pray with him.
he cried at the Passion.
he needs to be reminded
he is loved.
eager as Christmas morning
he awakes the house to begin
the much anticipated day.
the baby of the family just turned 18.
his birthday reminds us
Paul is
joy come into the world.
a good gift to mend
the broken pieces of selfishness.
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