The Making of a King

There is a boy who makes my heart swell so big it could explode
without him speaking a word
There is a boy who was born with silk golden strands in his hair
like if sent from heaven
There is a boy who was born with music in his bones
and his heart on his sleeve
There is a boy who has the answers without knowing the questions
There is a boy who once asked to own a book of all the knowledge of the world
...and I gave him my heart
There is a boy who would rather read Ender's Game for the third time than
play a ball game
There is a boy who feels at home getting lost in the woods
There is a boy who often roots for the underdog
because he is one
There is a boy who spoke only when he needed to speak
but would sing songs all day long
There is a boy who went his own way
and was misunderstood anyway
There is a boy who has dreams
of digging up the mysteries of the world
There is a boy who uses his typewriter
as his weapon of choice

There is a boy who faces a firing squad every day
and grows and invisible cape

There is a boy who still believes in beauty and goodness in people
when he is faced with ugliness
There is a boy who has a mother
that wears a suit of Joan of Arc and an aching heart
There is a boy who I call "king"
he is a badass intellectual
he is teased and bullied

He is my hero

He is my son

This was an inspired post after reading this... many thanks Julie ;)