Sunday, February 18, 2007

Words for the Lemur


Before the haircut
Originally uploaded by CyberJazzDaddy.

We had parent teacher conferences this past week. The teacher Lemur has this year is so great. She doesn't candy coat his challenges, but she also has a heart determined that there is a way to guide him to the right track, and she's determined to find it.

She showed me on a standardized test that his cognitive skills are above the 90 percentile for kids his age. But he struggles in school. He'll hopefully be able to see a specialist this week that might be able to offer some help and insight. Provided his fever is truly gone and we don't have to reschedule again. I'm prayin' hard.

The teacher showed us a poem he wrote. The assignment was to write about your Special Peace Place. I thought it was beautiful. It also broke my heart. He wrote:

Hushhh. Hushhh.
I hear the wind blowing telling me to hushhh.
I feel the water on my hand.
I hear the butterfly's wings snipping like scissors. I see the fish swimming.
I see a door, but when I open it, it is not the other side of the door, it's a warm house.
I see a turtle walking by and a tree posed as if ti were holding it's hands up saying, "Hooray! Hooray!'
And a bird flying by.
And every time I go there, the autumn breeze is blowing against my face.
I see a squirrel climbing up a tree.
I just wish I could have a friend jump in my mind and sit with me.

Then, when I was going through boxes of mail to weed out what was important and what we could toss, I found a piece of notebook paper that my wife had written on. When I read what she had written, it turned out to be a poem for the Lemur. It must have been penned in a moment of reflection that couldn't be ignored, but then just tucked away.

After reading it, I couldn't help but second the motion.

She wrote:

He is my child. He is my Lemur.
Eyes bright and watching
Sparkling with amusement and mischief and
smiles that play and dance and pull you
into the fun you know will be there
if you just let go and come.

He is Lemur, who's mind is quick
to think past barriers and notice what
most people fail to guess at.

6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, that rapid-fire mind ... what a gift, what a challenge. What beauty.

Always from you Will, these observations that bust open the heart just a little bit more. (i really am starting to get that this is why i read blogs - if they make me feel connected and they bust open the heart i come back again and again.) (so get used to me, dude, i'm never leaving ...)

Love to you, the lovely poet-wife and to sweet wind-hushed Lemur.

5:31 AM  
Blogger katiescarlet said...

Both poems are very good. Your son can write!

God bless

12:55 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What a beautiful, haunting poem he wrote!

Happy 40th to your wife! Hope it's a fabulous decade for her!

9:55 AM  
Blogger Leah said...

wow, what a gorgeous, gorgeous poem your son has written. to be able to put what he sees to word is a gift. thank you for sharing it.

11:12 AM  
Blogger Tinker said...

I just found your blog via Marilyn's and I'm so glad I did. Both of these poems are just amazing, each in their own way. Thank you for sharing them.

10:41 PM  
Blogger Kimberley McGill said...

I hopped over on a link from Marilyn's blog. Your son is touched with the magic of poetry! Hope he will allow us the privilege of perhaps reading more?

10:53 PM  

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