Imp-Boy now lives with Dad Dwight2!

 

It happened in Bangkok, it upended me, 

A Charm Master conjured what I’d never foresee. 

He’s serving both Devils and Angels in kind, 

Sent Disappearing Imp to mess with my mind.

 

In three to four days he had come and he’d gone, 

Mischievous and playful and singing his song. 

He played with my mind that was sure was so strong, 

Live and don't learn, proving my mind was wrong.

 

My Imp-Boy appeared, was left in its wake, 

Together our minds, our new life we’ll make. 

Stumbling and stepping together we go, 

An unlikely duet, an unlikely show.

 

Imp-Boy will ramble, won't know when to cease, 

Without Dad to stop him he'll shatter the peace. 

Dad watches and waits, then steps in with a call, 

"Enough now, Imp-Boy, you’ll be our downfall."

 

Without Dad near, the Imp-Boy runs free, 

He'll seem a bit manic, everyone will agree. 

He'll push past the edges and overstep lines, 

Not knowing he’s hurt those sweet hearts sublime.

 

By grace alone Imp-Boy moved to Dad’s place, 

Dad doesn’t know why, his new son embraced. 

He knows he can't hold him, he came with no vow, 

So blessed for each moment that Imp-Boy allows.

 

If Imp-Boy should leave, Dad would grieve what is gone, 

Yet treasure each moment they danced and played on. 

So Dad watches gently, gives room but stays near, 

As long as Dad's watching, may Imp-Boy stay here.

 

Welcome, my Imp-Boy, you've moved in to play, 

Our minds together, we’re finding our way. 

Stumbling and stepping together we go, 

An unlikely duet, an unlikely show.