Our
Spring Break was a constant answering what we liked better choice A or choice B
from our boy. Often we didn’t really care about either choice, but he insisted
on knowing and he’d repeat that same choice 5, 10, 25 times----even if we
answered the same with the same reasoning every single time.
And
no, he often wouldn’t make a choice himself---he struggles with making choices
and reasoning why. Or if he does have an answer to the question he’s posing, we
have to struggle it out of him as to what that is and why he thinks it, but he could
ask and listen to our answers all day long.
I
think that is why the “why” of it is on my brain tonight as I struggle to write
a poem.
Choice Voice for the Boy
Which
do you like better?
Is
the phrase that makes you tethered
to
us and our ways
This
phrase fill our days
a
constant patter of choices
As
you proclaim in voices
demanding,
determined, but never derisive,
You
ask what our slice is of
this
portion of riches
and
how our fit is
To
be here
with
no fear
going
in and out of days
With
no script to this play
a
kind of improv
That
is our job
To
help you answer
in
your mind stir
that
which you shy from
So
you might become
ready
to say
What you like today
What you like today
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