31 July 2007

Caiden Finn is a son of thunder
an exuberant lover
of all animal in the kingdom
a repetitive whirlwind
sacred hymn singer
outspoken
unexpected
sound machine
the sons of Zebedee
must have been red headed
he will ask even a bum for the moon and the sun
in the rhythm of persistence

Caiden Finn is a gift giver
of personally penned pictures
happily serves time in the kitchen
and oh how sweet and tangy
is Cade’s homemade zemonzade
Cade is eight years old today
but he whispered in my ear to say
“You call me Caiden,
but that’s not my name.
My name is Joey.”
I’m mad about him, Caiden Finn