these hands bring me mud pies with ant filling and
are so sensitive he giggles
a bell chiming laugh that feels my heart
few have accomplished what he does so effortlessly
of elders and matriarchs he commands entire rooms astounded
my jaw drops at the magnitude of his appeal
favorite son a nomenclature he wears proudly never mind the
things left behind
*prompts provided by margo roby and carry on tuesday #168.
fearfree living 
A very loving and lovable poem (and son!), I admire the acrostic sentence as well!
it took awhile for me to get the sentence together. quite a while. i am glad i kept at it. thank you for reading.
I like the way you break up the sentence by having stanzas. I’m one who believes a form should not necessarily be evident and the breaking up supports that. Your colour choice works well, as it doesn’t jar the reading of the poem, but points subtly at the acrostic.
I love the title. Talk about two strong nouns. I’m off to jot them in my wordbook.
you flatter me. thank you especially for the prompts. i keep them posted all over my writing desk. i read them with the full intention of completing at least one a week but they are tough. please keep them coming. my brain needs the exercise.
Not emptily. I am incapable of that.
I do the same with the prompts of Joseph Harker. Some day…
Don’t worry; as long as the ideas are there, you’ll hear from me.
i’ll hold you to it. 🙂
Awww. You paint an adorable picture of a delightful little boy, happy and well-loved as all children should be. Lovely poem, and very clever use of the acrostic. 🙂
thank you for reading and commenting. i appreciate it!