He's getting into everything

and just a little in the way. 

He can't seem to process

that the cat doesn't like

heavy objects heaved at her. 

He can't seem to process

that the dolls on the chair

are 100 years old and not

to be handled by their hair.

He can't seem to process

that my teeth won't lift

out of my mouth tug as he might. 

He can't seem to process

that the computer keys

don't like his plastic hammer. 

What then can he process?

That this one man

can show this one boy

in this particular moment

his grandpa loves him

and asks nothing more

of life than to hold

this chip of star, this wisp

of light, close to his heart.

© by Michael Escoubas.
Used with the author's permission.