My Child...

turns toward the sun

rolls his body languidly in the family bed

reaches his peachy arms to touch the sky

bends his slipper shell ear to listen

points his elfin toes in anticipation

tries to walk in his Daddie's shoes

crawls with purpose after the dog on all fours

stuffs his peony bud mouth full of golden eggs , then grins

laughs as if there is no tomorrow

my child

a tiny buddha

full of joy


for mama says om