You’re a two-and-a-half-year-old reflector
Reminder of all the parts of me I forgot,
Suppressed or maybe healed–my psyche deflector-
Finder sweetly gathering flashes of what
I was, like leaves along the greenway. Your
Gentle spirit examining elasticity
Of limits with an innate need to be sure
Of intact animal crackers, the felicity
Found in predictable patterns, and a fascination
With angels points me back to to times when I spied
Light portals in cumulus clouds, elation
At the sounds of choirs I knew were from heaven side.
You are fully yourself, and in your you-ness
Every day’s a chance for re-membered newness.