sitting
on the brown leather chair
reclining
hands securely fastened with magical splints
stretching
bob dylan only in my ears headphones filled with 1975 live
listening
alone with acoustic guitar harmonica voice poetry and thoughts
swimming
reverie rewritten as dynamic duo enters
joining
couchbound with homegrown mac and cheese
blowing
too hot for baby too hot for mama
sharing
sufficiently cool enough to consume eat enjoy
my eyes see
smiling
laughing
hearing
no sound but the sound of music by mrs zimmermans baby boy
feeling
the love shared between emma and fehmeen
overwhelming
inspiring
The Adventures of ALS Boy 
squatting
blog reading
fan blowing
man and dog napping
happy!
Inspiring
Yes, you are.
Thank you.
So moving, Jason…it’s magical.
You are an awesome human being.
reading
re-reading
re-re-reading
your poetry
beautiful!