To my son (2.5)
admin April 8th, 2011
I wanted to write a letter to you but
How can a mother tell her child how it feels
To tousle his soft hair, his thick mousy mane, in her hands,
To watch in the dim light of morning his chest flutter,
His eyelids stretched and translucent, mouth compressed,
How can I tell you how sweet are the moments when he reaches out
Just a finger to hold, or perhaps a treasure,
Offers up a sadness to be comforted,
And best of all that wonder of
The devotion your child feels, that boundless love, regiven;
The nostalgia of joy and awe echoed in
The face of her child, the one she made together
With the only other human she loves, almost
Almost as much as his son?