Johnny-Boy
a poem about beauty
Published in
Jul 5, 2023
I’ve got to make the most of you, Johnny-boy
Before you are gone, before you are grown
The boy with sunshine in his eyes
You blind me
No dark clouds in your bright world
You are golden, Johnny-boy
You’re a storm cloud
Bursting with sunbeams
You’re the summer rain
Soaking us with song
Never silent, never still
You’re electric
You vibrate, with life and music
Remember you told me
the world looks better when its green?
And life sounds better with music turned up?
And my world is always brighter
With you — picking up sticks, hoarding stones, saving bugs
from the careless cruelty of other children
Johnny-boy, I’ve got to soak you up
I’ve got to hold you still
Take a snapshot that captures you forever
