true loves trust

crawl up on the couch
with grunting effort
reaching....
for every precious inch

achieving a small victory
then one deep breath
standing on the arm
balance precarious


suddenly
a volume increasing
rebel, indian, viking berzerker
scream erupts from his chest

as he launches
superman like
into the air
fearless


that his uncles arms
will always be there
then again, again,
and again
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2010

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