My Someday Son

by Rebecca J. Abramson

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.