And a Child Shall Lead The Way...

He is a small, frail child with freckles spread randomly throughout his heart shaped face. He sits, sometimes, alone and away from the small crowd that gathers in his home, usually friends and sometimes family. He sits,quietly and only speaks when he is spoken to. The various people around him will say hello to him, but then turn their attention to whatever the main event may be for that moment, leaving him with his thoughts, and taking him for granted for the rest of the night. But, I notice him, sitting alone, surrounded in his the world that has pushed its way into his small noggin at the time. I wonder what he is thinking. He smirks and even grins wide, sometimes, at a funny image that has entered his mind, I'm sure. Without, notice, he even gets up and his arm becomes a lethal weapon, and his body, a machine that should not be reckoned with. He positions himself in a stance, mimicking that of a ninja, ready to strike. I giggle at the sight, for he does this without paying any attention to those around him, which it wouldn't matter if he did, cause no one's watching, but me, anyway. This wonderful boy is always full of surprises. He is always full of dreams and schemes. He has a beautiful mind, and I encourage it. He cares not about the simple things in life, nor even the complicated. He has made up his own world; a world without fear, and sadness, ; a world without death and loneliness. He's made up a world with lots of joy, and tons of triumph, where he is the victor, and a friend to all. A world where he is king, and everyone loves and adores him, little does he know how much he is admired, and cared for. Little does he know that he is a king of sorts, in all his uniqueness. He is my life; he is my love; he is my son.