I tell myself that I’ll never forget
the way you looked
so pleased with yourself today
clapping when I sang
“If you’re happy and you know it”
you were happy.
I yearn to imprint the image of you
reaching for the toy bin to pull
yourself into it or even how you
get so frustrated at not being
able to aim your crawling
(flopping like a floundered fish),
yet can stand at the play table,
pounding away making all
sorts of devious noises.
There isn’t enough Tylenol.
How many times have
I giggled while you
slurp your noodle;
sucking it right up — a bird with a worm?
Memory fades, but poems are forever
I love you my Buddy, my monkey boy
with the cheese-eating grin.
Just because you have a melon head
doesn’t mean you ain’t smart ...
You are my little ray of sunshine,
the one who painted my world in color
(I hadn’t known I was living in
black and white) with big bold strokes.
You are Beloved.