Four small words

Unbidden it came, a short,
bald statement of fact.

"I like my life" he said.

Four small words with mythical power
to send the serotonins
seeping through the brain,
to fly the flag of self esteem,
and shape a shield
against the daily doubts
that undermine.

But for me, his father,
something in me soared
something sang like the wind sings
when it slings banners of cloud to the sky,
delighting in the shapes assumed.

(c) A McN