Safetosea

The creative process has always intrigued me, not least in the way an idea can pop in to my head, and won't go 'till it's seen through to it's natural end.

I'm blessed with two boys who never cease to both amaze and exasperate, in no particular order.

Flashes of brilliance followed by acute cases of pain-in-the-arsitis make for a lively home life and a lot of fun most of the time.

My youngest, Tom, is all stuff and bluster, daring and derring do. So far this month he's been in emergency 4 times.. two broken fingers, pushed back teeth, hip x-rays, on and on.. and this kid is very well co-ordinated, he just doesn't know when to stop. In his 12 years he's had three broken arms, a mildly broken back, dozens of stitches, ribs cracked, you name it, he's inflicted it on himself.

My older, more thoughtful one, Joey, is safe at the moment, as all he does is grow, sleep, grow some more, snooze a bit, grow some more and eat, with occasional rest stops to draw, go surfing with Dad, play some basketball or chase girls.

Through it all is this wonderful life, that bursts from every pore of both of them.

This, then, popped into my head yesterday.

You parents will understand.

MEASURE YOUR DAYS

measure your days my sons.
take a moment to breathe
and look to the side
of the advancing moment

before gripping it
with all your young might
and making it yours
to crystallise

in ways we never
dreamed could be,
but always hoped strong
would become

the lives that danced
before us all afire
with delight and dark
eyed smiles.

measure your days my sons
take a moment to breathe
before you burn blazing
across all our skies