Sonnet for Jase

SONNNET FOR JASE



I think of him as Huckleberry Finn,
or Owen Wilson,a wild child at two,
blonde surfer-dude locks, a lop-sided grin.
Waltzing to each wish, what's grandma to do?


I will buy him that book For Dangerous Boys,
teach him to shoot both marbles and pool,
play in the mud, not just video toys,
to always speak truth, be nobody's fool.


We'll catch ladybugs and bright butterflies,
then set them free, it's the right thing to do.
We'll search for letters in dark, starry skies,
finding J and S, though no luck with Q.


I will share with him clouds, hills, and oceans,
my grandson, in perpetual motion.


Author's note: There is a new book out by Conn and Hal Iggulden, The Dangerous Book for Boys, a how-to-guide to making paper airplanes, water bombs, disappearing ink, tree forts, in short, everything a boy should know.