August

 August

Two years old.

Sometimes the echo of his brother.

Sometimes the cry of who he is.

Sometimes the hugger of all.

Sometimes, tired due to all his growing, the hugger only of his pillow.

Yet curious as a kitten, astonished at the new.

Loving as a puppy; knows what he wants and, with a smile, knows how to get it.

Taps the seat on the couch next to where he sits, and, when you oblige,

nestles right into you, and hands you a book for you to read to him.

Now his name - meaning eminent, celebrated, distinguished - gives him much to aspire to.

Yet he already knows a lot of what the world needs to learn.

He knows love.