Poem of the Moment

Poem of the Moment

Bedecked

Tell me it’s wrong the scarlet nails my son sports or the toy store rings he clusters
four jewels to each finger.

He’s bedecked. I see the other mothers looking at the star choker, the rhinestone strand he fastens over a sock.

Sometimes I help him find sparkle clip-ons when he says sticker earrings look too fake.

Tell me I should teach him it’s wrong to love the glitter that a boy’s only a boy who’d love a truck with a remote that revs, battery slamming into corners or Hot Wheels loop-de-looping into the tub.

Then tell me it’s fine—really—maybe even a good thing—a boy whose got some girl to him,
and I’m right for the days he wears a pink shirt on the seesaw in the park.

Tell me what you need to tell me but keep far away from my son who still loves a beautiful thing not for what it means—
this way or that—but for the way facets set off prisms and prisms spin up everywhere

and from his own jeweled body he’s cast rainbows—made every shining true color.

Now try to tell me—man or woman—your heart was ever once that brave.

~ Victoria Redel

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