I marvel at my son, this winded child,
boasting about hitting the baseball.
“Did you see that?” he shouts,
breath escaping in gasps, jubilant fireworks
celebrating a victory for the ages.
I see it. The pride in his face — a lion
reveling over a gazelle that will feed
her entire family — sustains us,
nourishment neither of us knew we needed
but is now elemental to our survival.
We watch the pomp, sharing in
the ostentatious delight only a child
revels in. He’ll stumble — superheroes
sometimes step on their capes — but
swing again, confident in any winds.
Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019
Written for Go Dog Go‘s Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge : “winded child”
Often Mumbled Musings 
Really a beautifully written piece about what we see in our children. Truly lovely. Love ❤️ Joni
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Thanks, Joni 🙂
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Has a father of 4, I loved playing baseball with my boys! This reminds me of that!
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Beautifully written. nice one.
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“…nourishment neither of us knew we needed but is now elemental to our survival.” Yes. Gifts all around. 🙏
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It takes so little, for a child to feel happy, and that, is what we lose, that sense of being easily satisfied with what we already have, as we become, adults.
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Oh WOW, I love this Sooooo Much.
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