I look into your fifteen-month eyes,
blue opals of swimming water.
In them my soul bathes herself.
Each day you bring countless
smiles to my lips.
Each day you push me to feel my edge.
Overlooking a cliff,
I have choices:
I can soar.
I can plummet.
In the first I find the sky. I face
life, enveloped in lightness. The blue air
tingles on my skin. I am present to each moment.
In the second I trudge in coarse gravel.
A weight pulls me down.
My patience is tried.
I feel sorry for myself.
I react impetuously.
Each day I witness the mystery
of your little body growing.
I see your uplifted hands,
the pink softness of your feet.
I secretly want to take small bites from you.
Maybe because you suck life, in milk
out of my body. Just nibbles.
I hear you forming new words. Each sound
a puzzle piece for the communication
forming between us.
Language, is another marvel.
I tend to you with tireless
limbs. I stay present
with all my strength.
Expanding waves ripple
from my heart.
A love so large it is