Little Drums: Drake's Sonnet

Silver-white tendrils frame the toddler face

of my son as he rests against my side.

The ceiling fan hums in the rhythmic pace

of its pattern. He's listening, eyes wide

in ponder as I speak letters into

the words of his favorite fable. Pressing

one soft finger to his pink lips, a new

look of wonder fills his face. Then he leans

in and whispers, "Hey! Am I the only

one who hears those drums?" Yet the room is still.

I listen closely for the sound of the

pum-pum-pum, wondering if it is real.

He angles an ear towards the left-his heart.

A smile spreads quickly. "Oh! There they are!"