Thursday, June 19, 2014

Mothering him


He cries
I weep
He smiles
I rejoice
He coos
I adore
He runs
I follow
He trips
I fall 
He tries
I cheer
He breaks
I crumble
He laughs
I savor
He sings 
I love
He worries
I ache
He calms
I rest 
He sleeps
I dream


If he speaks, I will listen.


By: Mary Claire Brass