NaPoWriMo: #30 Boy at bedtime again

This is the boy and my about every other night routine. My office door opens to face his room and he always closes his door, but I keep mine open.

How l think of him when he calls (age 7)

After Bedtime 911 Call

“Mama!” you bellow down the hall

I come to your call

Even though I know this time it isn’t urgent

I can tell from your tone it is convergent

Of need, a question, and a seed,

The need being how you feed

Our bond of parent child

I have to smile

I come to help

When you utter a yelp

“What is it my lamb?”

As calm as I am

A million things pull at my sides

This holding me firm as I’d just hit my stride

“I need you in here!”

Your panicked wail trimmed in fear

I throw off the weights

Ignoring my plate

And enter your room

Dark as a tomb

I make out your familiar outline

You on your bed, a shrine

That is covered in soft mountains

Of blankets, now exploded like fountains

I see how you need aid

For this I should get paid

That thought is brief

As I help and you get relief

I know this  need swiftly turns to question

Someday you are destined

To discover the cure to cancer

From all the quislings you get answered

The questions come in a flood

My head now stuck in deep mud

As I try to be coherent

And you endeavor to bear it

As there is so much I don’t know!

This is him  Nov. 2017 taking a computer apart!

I am not a computer pro!

You move on to plant

Knowledge that I can’t

Even begin to understand

I pick apart the strand

You take your Mama’s hand

This part I like, it’s grand

I know you’re settled in

The real goodnight begins

Whatever I wanted to get done

This is a better prize I’ve won