Cattails

[just a james]

Cattails

He waddles along the field
That baby waddles
you can never tell if he's going to stay up
or fall on his face.
all of you wants to catch him when he falls
so he doesn't hit the ground.
He wanders through the field of,
to him,
the most beautiful flowers in the world.
picks a few for his mother,
toddles back with his prize.
A cattail.
She smiles, thanks him profusely
Staring into his innocent blue eyes.
He smiles that baby smile,
It seems to make the horrors of the world okay
It seems to catch you in the moment,
make you know this is truly all that matters.
He laughs that baby laugh.
Completely from the stomach.
The laugh tells you of the happiness and innocence of children.
you want to keep him laughing no matter the cost.

The laugh that you heard from your neighbors,
can't help but smile.
remembering the days when you were a baby.
Remembering how tall the cattails were
how new spring smelled.
how soft the individual fibers were
when mom brushed them under your nose.
how it tickled
remember how yellow the dandelions
how blue the sky.
remember how mom would blow into the dandelions,
When they were cotton balls.
The seeds float off on white parachutes
You remember the field, the grass, the flowers, the air, all of it.
You remember, and you smile.

[that girl]

hey James,

Nostalgic... lovely really.

However, this poem seems to go a bit everywhere. Myabe try and focus on a specific image or memory? The two stanzas don't have much to connect them. Maybe try to cut it down and clarify.

.tg.