Last Man Standing

so far Callum is the only on to escape the bug. I have laid somewhat pathetically in bed all day, sleeping. He troops on so I decided he was the rightful owner of a space on Blip today. As I have little to report I have fallen back on a poem I wrote for them when they were very small. Looking at this picture they are already stepping out of boyhood into adulthood.

Little Men

Silently the butterfly wings
Beat.
Regardless of time
You stumble and skip
Into boyhood.

Like a kick
To the stomach
It dawns on me
That unless I write it down
You may never know

My love for you both
Is more dazzling
Than your first sight,
More fragile that your
Stick like fingers,
Fiercer than contractions.

Mx