“My Someday Son,” New Era, Aug. 1985, 21
My Someday Son
Tumbling across the room
like a tossed cookie,
he sprawls onto the
expanse of my lap.
With urgent, clinging fingers,
he pulls my head downward
until my hair sprinkles
onto his cheeks and the warm
smoothness of his nose
touches my own.
Lynx-eyes squint fuzzily
at me, unblinking;
then his breath tickles my ear
as he secretly confides to me
the mysteries
of his world.