bird boy

there was a time

when he was small,

barely a life, 

but still one, 

with his flashing brown eyes

and pink cheeks, 

when i could 

hold him up

with a single hand 

and fly him 

about the room.

around we would go,

across imaginary

miles

with his pea green 

pajama clad arms 

straight out 

like the wings 

of a smooth and strong 

jet liner, 

which is what he is now.