the baby and the poem

sweet little husky voice
bounds into the room 
“mama, mama!”
as if hours have passed 
when it’s only been minutes
how delicious it is to have 
someone who’s always happy to see me
to my smile he reacts as if the light has been flicked on 
and now he can see

“hi, mama!”, 
little peach hands grip thick comforter and pull
soft plump thighs scramble, feet push
he nestles and burrows into me
sweet momotaro body plopped warm on top of mine
we meld so nicely together, 
are one, mother and son
warm, safe, perfect
this moment is eternal

the want to record it creeps between us
i place him beside me
lift cool steel to my lap 
he sits innocently staring
climbs off of the bed 
runs to the livingroom
the moments is over
i miss it already

jani rosado copyright © 2010