Trent's Poetry
Oct. 19th, 2011 10:14 am(Reproduced with permission from the author. All rights reserved.)
Where I'm From
I am from snowboarding during winter break
And crashing at Grady's.
I am from Paprikash,
And balsamic salmon.
The yummyness that it is.
I am from Georgia to New Mexico,
Grand Canyon to Bryce.
From Hamlette place,
To Spruce Mill lane.
And Summit way before.
I am from Ricky's candy (closed now).
To Rita's ice (still open).
Sugar is my best friend!
I am from my rock carvings,
To my grandpas photos.
From winning the BKG,
To my staff.
From the pictures on my mantel,
To the friends who moved last fall.
All of the memories I remember.
I am from red to black.
To NYG.
To the bags and mats in the dojo.
I am Trent through and through.
Sabrina
Sabrina you are the envoy of love
You carry the greatest magic of all.
You spread it through my life,
Like your snowball fight instincts,
And a hug that never leaves.
I thank you because my heart has never been so full,
Except for when I was with you.
Thank you Sabrina.
Where I'm From
I am from snowboarding during winter break
And crashing at Grady's.
I am from Paprikash,
And balsamic salmon.
The yummyness that it is.
I am from Georgia to New Mexico,
Grand Canyon to Bryce.
From Hamlette place,
To Spruce Mill lane.
And Summit way before.
I am from Ricky's candy (closed now).
To Rita's ice (still open).
Sugar is my best friend!
I am from my rock carvings,
To my grandpas photos.
From winning the BKG,
To my staff.
From the pictures on my mantel,
To the friends who moved last fall.
All of the memories I remember.
I am from red to black.
To NYG.
To the bags and mats in the dojo.
I am Trent through and through.
Sabrina
Sabrina you are the envoy of love
You carry the greatest magic of all.
You spread it through my life,
Like your snowball fight instincts,
And a hug that never leaves.
I thank you because my heart has never been so full,
Except for when I was with you.
Thank you Sabrina.
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Date: 2011-10-19 02:30 pm (UTC)What a great kid!
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Date: 2011-10-19 09:03 pm (UTC)He is my son.
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Date: 2011-10-19 06:55 pm (UTC)Awwwwww!!!!
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Date: 2011-10-19 10:28 pm (UTC)And what a beautiful (and true!) tribute to you!
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Date: 2011-10-19 11:34 pm (UTC)During the first month I dated Michael, I visited his house in Summit. He was installing air conditioners in the windows in preparation for summer's heat. Trent, who was five, walked into the room and explained that he really wanted his bedroom to feel a great deal cooler. Michael pointed out that Trent's air conditioner had already been installed and was working quite well. It was already turned up to a high setting. He suggested that Trent allow the door to his room to be closed all the way, so the room would cool more quickly and stay cool longer.
Trent replied that he understood, but didn't want the door closed all the way, because he wanted a little light coming in---it was scary in the dark. Michael calmly nodded at this, and explained that decisions often come with trade-offs. He noted that if Trent really wanted his room to feel cooler, he should seriously consider closing the door all the way.
Trent listened, then looked up at him and said, very seriously, "I know that my room will feel cooler if we shut the door, but it's my preference that we don't, Dad". Michael listened respectfully and said,"OK".
Watching this, I was struck with wonder. How was it that this five -year-old could communicate in such a mature and sophisticated manner while my 40-year-old soon-to-be-ex husband could not?
And who was this incredible man, who was so skilled and mature in his approach that he had been able to teach this sophisticated style of reasoning and communication to a five-year-old?
I think the credit for this goes both to Michael and to Trent. Michael is an amazing man. Trent is truly an amazing lad.
And thank you, by the way. : )
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Date: 2011-10-20 01:12 am (UTC)Besides, of course, loving the stuffin' out of them at all times! (Yep, said it twice---it's more important than anything else!) :)
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Date: 2011-10-20 09:43 pm (UTC)And there is tickling!
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