25/1/2000 For my son, Elijah, though I did not know it
I held the child in my arms
and it clung to me.
Responsibility wrapped itself
around my neck
in the form of a toddler's tiny arms.
To me it felt like a sweet embrace
not a slaver's yoke.
Puffer fish cheeks rouged
by youth and health
framed wide, bright and beautiful baby blues.
Big eyes shine with the smile of the innocents
as laughter falls like rain drops on a tin roof
in late Spring.
Bachelor's heart bursting with joy
taken in this precious little life.
Bury my face into the cheek of the child
and smother it with kisses.
Inhale that wholesome clean smell.
Breathe deep, breathe deep.
These are the crystal moments,
remember them well.