Soapbox

Far Afield

I wrote this about my favorite photograph of Stephen when he as about 2 years old, sitting among the dandilions in the field behind our apartment.

Take my hand, my little one,
And off into the field we’ll run;

The two of us in a world so fair
That the sun is almost as bright as your hair.
The sky above as blue as your eyes,
Your voice is sweet as the blackbird’s cries.

We’ll run like the wind over the grass
And dance as the flowers do when we pass.
Lets blow dandelion seeds up to the sky
And wave at the clouds as they float by.

We’ll lie on our backs in the sun-warmed grass,
And greet each butterfly as it drifts past
I’ll make a daisy chain for your curls,
And this will be all we need of the world.

So little one, what do you say?
Come with me to the field today.