Many Faces Of Milagro

This kid is my king moon mugger My funny face, monkey man yet my sensitive Insightful gentle little soulYet twisted, quirky funny, at all times the crack up, the cut up the entertainer, the dancer The face of conscience And of mirth, quietly observing, then wryly observing Then serving, with the funny.

Many Moods Of Milagro…

At rest, not moving The bliss of sleep Under those curls The dreams run deep The kid with the questions The queries, the puzzles The constant barrage that Peanut butter couldn’t muzzle The wonder, the whim They astonishment and joy That lights up the face Of this precious little boy That’s his best canvas His […]