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By Kase Date: 2003 May 08 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.08.19.21.28060]] |
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I watch him sleeping, eyelashes against his cheek, hair the color of a wheat field, arms wrapped around a red power ranger, probably dreaming of fighting "monsters", in his black and white, Good versus Evil world, where the good guy always wins. I wonder to myself how God could have trusted me with something so valuable, so beautiful, so flawlwss. Alabaster skin, so smooth and soft, and tiny fingers clenched into tiny fists, as he conquers his own battles and becomes the King of his own world in dreamland. One day he will wake up and seem to have doubled in size and intellect. And he will put away childish things as all little fellows will some day have to. I will wake up on the same morning and wonder where he's run off to, my little red power ranger, and always King of my world. |