Dakota

I watch him now

in this moment.

So carefree

dancing along to

the groove

of 

dancing with his self

with wild abandon

and non-pretense.

In his white-t

faded jeans

ripped at the knee

lifted up by Chucks

rock star swagger

that comes so 

easy

 

so natural

 

 

And I think

as I smile with pride

 

He's going to break some poor girl(s) heart someday.

 

Over and over.

Author's Note

Something I wrote last year while watching my son be himself.

Reviews

[Moflo]

Very heartfelt, and very happy poem, I like that. This is a heavy dedication, nice work.

[Jim Parson]

Hmmm, I think it's probably better to be the heartbreaker than to be the broken hearted. I could see him, too. You write very descriptively, as a writer should. Well done!