What the camera captures is
the pure joy on my face
as I watch you grow
-clothes discarded-
-will commanded-
-interests peaked-
You are:
all the best parts of me I haven’t seen in awhile
the celebration of survival
in hands made of all good things from ours to the ancestors
You are:
granted, not taken of it-the protection from all that loves you
toes half my own, stomping through a mud puddles, invisible rhythms,
we, fall into other worlds at your request
You are:
the river pushes the crevices of mama’s smile wider
fire in the hearts of all us before and after you
You are grace like:
lessons learned
Love like:
sharing what little is left
You are joy like:
laughing at a memory
eternal like everything before was leading us to you,
anything after won’t matter
even when we are done over
all that you touch will echo forever:
I LOVE YOU
-your socks-
-smiles-
the way you throw things like you mean it
how you say “night night” like your excited
like you already know
how good it is
to dream in the bleakness
