Here it is. I’ve decided less is more. It is called Grind.
Harsh beats pulse
I ingest
I twitch
Involuntarily start to move
Hard bass shaking the air
Stale sweat lingers
Teeth start to grind
I raise my arms
And flow
Make wild shapes
Eyes tightly closed
Bright light scatter on my face
With a noise like thunder
Unified
We roar
And in my small space
Encapsulated by my ferocious attitude
I rule.
Thomas had a karate grading yesterday. He was fairly nervy (but denied it!). He had to do a full class, practicing kicks and punches and sparring.
Then he had to run through his kata which he *sort* of did ok. It looked like the main guy was going to ask for more at one point but they ran out of time.
Cue great relief!
He did pretty well and dad had the foresight to video the next kata he needs to learn.
I took many many snaps and embarrassed the bejesus out of him; kissing him and telling him I was proud.
The thing is, Tom can be a little lacking in confidence sometimes and it worries
me because I think he’s the greatest and he doesn’t necessarily see it.
Hi-yah!
Dad xx
Hello World. Tom has written a poem for a competition at school. He was given the first line and had to write the rest. He asked if I’d like a go too - so I wrote one for him.
Toms Boat
My single bed was sometimes a wooden boat,
My open window in the summer
Gusted in my curtain; my billowing sail.
My grey and tattered one eyed bear, my captain.
‘Onwards boy’, he roars and points
At the furious sea - my faded rug
Advancing on we laugh
As the spray spatters our salt-rimed faces,
An adventure every night.
A broken branch my silver sword
As I prepare to repel all boarders.
Our cargo is my pillow; a handsome bag of swag
That all pirates crave
My good ship Dreamer and my captain
We fear no villains nor sea monsters.
From the gap behind the bed head
Where all things fall and don’t return
Where all my toys will end up
A terrible kraken roars and rises
We tremble and raise anchor
Afraid of what may come
A thudding draws nearer and
Shaking we huddle down
A blinding light burns our eyes
An angry voice bids us sleep
And obediently I lay down
The turbulent sea becomes a carpet
My battle-scarred captain just a tattered bear
My fine ship Dreamer just a bed once more.
But I am happy.
I am happy.
That’s it. just remember: Only a Sith deals in absolutes.
Cheers,
Daddy x