It's obscure,
this reference to an old Italian
wood maker...but he knew
the joy of making something
with your own two hands
and having it spring to life
before your very eyes.
Tonight,
I looked
and where there was a baby
that I had held in my hands
for twelve months round and rolly,
now stood a sturdy boy--
a real boy!
Gepetto knew
this same spurt of joy
that ran through me all at once
to realize our little one
was growing up
no longer a baby--
a real little boy!
3/5/11
J. K.
