Little Miracle

A poem for my son

Photo by Robert Collins on Unsplash

You find joy in everything,
Little Miracle, as I once did,
in the trees bending in the wind
in the planes roaring through the sky
in the cat hiding under the sofa
in me taking off my glasses
in the cool kids skateboarding
and the beetle creeping in the grass,
joy in walking, stumbling and falling,
Little Miracle, thank you
for helping me see
again.