My dream is over.
I roll and stretch and turn my head;
My son is lying next to me.
He calls himself a blond haired indian.
Oh how I love this child.
I whisper a prayer before I leave my bed.

I ask Creator's guidance and wisdom
so I can raise him to be
a man of good character.
This child of my heart; my life's chance.

When we walk to the bus stop
in the early morning
we talk about how blessed we are
to live in this beautiful land.
We discuss the patterns the sunlight makes
as it filters through the leaves
and how we can eat some of the
different plants we see if we want to.

This morning my beautiful little boy
threw back his head
and howled like a wolf.
From down the street,
at another bus stop,
a little voice returned his call.
We looked at each other and laughed!

I told my son if a wolf is near,
he will always answer back.
My Geoffie just said "yeah, cuz his
heart tells him to, right mama?"
And I said "right, son."
This morning I am a happy woman
with a new memory for my old age.
My son has added another lesson to his life.

I hope Creator is pleased.