TOI,TOI, TOI
the children take the stage
all full of hope and innocence
finding home in their bodies
the voices of others
my child amongst them
"there are no small parts"
and that is what he wants
to fade into the background
singing and dancing townsperson
and he is splendid
each show
my heart stops to watch this child
this young man
they walk onto the stage and BECOME someone new
someone else
i'll be honest and say
this is no oscar worthy performance on my child’s behalf
no more emmys will enter our home
his voice is that of an angel
but maybe not grammy worthy
being a mother and poet is hard
where does truth draw a line
where does reality intercede in poetry
where does it all end and begin
is this all simply a callback
a coda
a return to the beginning of the play
the children take the stage
my son amongst them
trying on new personas
learning new emotions
TOI, TOI, TOI
i am here for it