Mother’s
Day
You
place your face against mine
The
pressure is reassuring
While
nearly alarming
Your
cheek still so smooth
Almost
as the day
you
came out formed
you
cried for me only then
I
am eavesdropping on your
bedtime
prattle with your father
Thinking
how you used to wriggle
and
fight when I’d place you
away
from my secure side
into
his strong arms
He
gave you your first bath
as
I could not lift you
I
had not recovered
From
our shared journey
You
looked at him
With
eyes so wide and blue
Unsure
of his touch
You
looked at me
To
say, “is it okay?”
I
said, “of course”
Which
I did a lot
I
kept talking
For
you to hear
The
anchor of my voice
Now
you discuss
State
and main
All
of the things
That
call you to speak
With
the man you
Once
cringed away from
You
say little to me
I
lean towards
The
cheek you silently offer
As
your mocking eyes
Tell
me I am still
Part
of your connection
But
the silent movie mode
Will
have to be sufficient
For
mother and son
I
will spy on
father’s
magic moments
Until
you grant me
audience
again with scepter sway
Granting
me one more glorious day
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