to. my. knees.

My 11-year old son wrote this poem recently for an in-class assignment. His mother and I discovered it late this afternoon, jammed into his dark crescent of a school desk.

I am a leopard, sharp and well-reflexed
I am a dandelion, parts of me separate

I am red, high-tempered and furious

I am 2, wins at some things

I am a circle, has no ends

I am sunny, brings hope to people

Thank you for writing this, my bright and precious boy. It is an absolute honor to know you.

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