on being Geppetto, or block of wood.

Geppetto was a kindly, old sole,

and a kindly ole sole, was he.

He danced for his dinner,

and he danced for his supper,

and he danced, with the fiddlers three.

This dance, he brings forth,

and then do we share.

Pinocchio, was he their,

their always,

in the in-created, block of wood.

their to be discovered,

to be brought forth, 

then, to grow, 

and then be shared.

Some times, I feel like Geppetto,

Some times, I am Pinocchio.

My Dad, and I dance.

Sometimes, he is Dad,

Sometimes, am I.

This Dance then,

do we bring forth.

together, and apart.

to then together,

discover the boy,

in the un-created,

block of souls.

--

Steven Bassett

On becoming a parent.

today i became his parent

he carried me that first day

that first day together

it was not supposed, 

to be this way, in the car, 

together.

i had a rough start

this day was my first.

little did i understand

this day and his concerne.

no diaper did i soil,

or ever would i then or now.

without this ride,

not long would i live.

I know he was scared.

two sons had he not,

The second was i then.

After the surgery, 

hungry was I, not?

The nurse had not time,

no time for me to feed.

Dad, he had time,

and that used, he now.

Soon I was eating,

and growing I did.

Now the table turns,

turns today it does.

I will become his parent,

together, a journey, we share,

to find his needs.

to protect him now.

this the second ride,

together. 

--

Steven Bassett