How This Child

How This Child…

He frustrates me, oh this child can frustrate me so
His will is growing and this is good
But his will is what tests me, even though I know that it should

Some days I cannot take it all in and still feel sane
Most days I am grateful that he is not part of the mundane

In a glimmering glance, I see him working hard to take a real and true stance
Against that which he does not agree or cannot justify in his logical dance
I know I must support this even though it makes me tremble and woe
Cuz in the long run, he must unequivocally know
That fighting the good fight and arguing the status quo
Are all just a part of his natural ebb and flow

He never grows tired of searching for answers
I sometimes grow weary but never take him for granted

His teachers do not accept
What a gift they hold in their hands
Though they often are awed by at how much he naturally understands
They simply cannot find it in themselves to believe
That a child this age, has in his gaze
The ability to stun and amaze

The glow of his eyes, when he happens upon a surprise
The kind us silly adults only seem to compromise
The grin on his face, when he stares off into a space
Like he already gets something we seem to have misplaced

Every move this child makes resembles an experiment
One of resolve and stealthy temperament
Since his birth, he has challenged our mathematical equation
Struggling and wandering through revocation
An unknown to you and I perhaps
But to him, it is basic and free
This is something he has taught me to see

A freedom in simplicity and the obvious
Even on the days when I find his energy obnoxious

How I wish I could help him perceive
Just how much he means to me
And not just to me in fact
The truth is that he’s got the world at his back
He has the ability to make such an enormous impact

With tears in my eyes, I know he is becoming a man
That with his age comes fewer less hours between mother and young lad
Though I mourn this loss with great sadness
I know the light in his heart his heart is delightful and wild
And I must embrace this even in the face of my own shear madness
He has so much to offer, this lovely ingenious child