Move these boulders
we are soon to be-
Soon to be amazed by the shoulders we're over
We've been gliding, coasting, never-ceasing, not boastful-
the smudge of hard work still gets "dirty elbows"
"scraped knees"
Mr. Happy-face-day disappeared (...and if it isn't what is it? and if it is, what is it? what is it if it isn't?)
Blessed baby be, so that I am moved by the boldest of deeds
not just actions I witness
but the ones I know and do Not see
Wizened and brazened, approved of by the eldest,
Wrapped in soft worn blankets
Quilts of an age-old child's dream.
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