His cheeks glow like the Moon reflecting off Sun’s light
Creamy as caramel with little dents as his smiles or cries
His fingers so tender, so hard is the urge not to bite
But mesmerizing most of all is his curiosity and blind faith
Was I once like this?
A baby he is of a father that raped
Those days I remember, every Saturday by the lake
Mid-noon and deserted, it went on for so long
A memory that decades can’t erase
The babe resembles so his father and I take him to my room
But his smile with a little tongue so pink so pink
Disintegrates all in its face and love gushes
Little pleasures like a drop of honey or a touch of perfume
Cracks him up so loud the whole house glows in warmth
He wails loud of a distress unknown, a clap a caw a meow and whoosh its all gone
He watches with wonder pure every article about, what better audience can one ask?
Time with him measures a different pace almost like a healing ex-perience
So beautiful a creation, God I bow down to you
He calls out “Nuuuu! Nuuuu!” standing by the gate
My heart cries out “Oh sweetness I’m here!”
WaywordWhimsy 