August 9, 2012
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I.
he is awake at 7
sometimes 6he stands
opens his arms
and criesi pick him up
take him to my bed
and lay him down next to mesometimes he sleeps
sometimes he giggles
and talks to himselfother times he kisses me gently
rubs my face
and tells me it’s time to get uphe likes routine
he likes cheerios
mini wheats
and oatmealhe likes being outside
and taking napshe loves water
and being wetand if there’s a way for him to get dirty
or get into trouble
or push the limits of every warning
that turns into a time out
he will do ithe is benjamin
my son
my two year oldbuilt for speed
for trouble
for playful mischiefand random acts of kindness
peppered with love
big hugs
and an occasionalwet sloppy kiss.
II.
i met you thru crying eyes
and soaked red cheeks
that screamed of sorrowsitting on the floor with you in a hotel room in china
so much trauma
for someone so young
so preciousand in your hands
you held two complimentary mints
still sealed in their wrappersgiven to you as a distraction
for the long car drive
the strange people
and elevator ridethat probably seemed so confusing
to someone who woke up this morning
looking for a normal routineyour clothes were tired
wore out
and your diaper needed changingand as i sat on the floor with you
playing with blocks
you smiled
wiped your eyes
and started your long journeyinto our family.
III.
you are home
you are ours
you are loved
our son
our heart
our little boy
forever now
forever with us
forever ever.
Comments (7)
This is so sweet. Is it still about your first son, or did you get a brother for him?
@Roadkill_Spatula - a brother.
Excellent! That’s what I figured.
what a sweet and (sorrowful) story of your son (and you). These poems touch me very much. I look forward to your book
@awoolham - I couldn’t agree with you more.
@awoolham - well thank you. i appreciate your feedback. i really want to capture these memories before i loose them.
@MyHomeIsWriting - thank you.