Life started; my ear to your heart.
I heard life growing, but you grew up too fast.
Knowing so many things--
You decorated your parents in the sweet laughter you brought
and still bring.
I feel connected to you through the rhythm of your heart.
You fought to start -- sought your own part in life,
though you couldn't do it unsupported.
Your requited love has grown, and plays on our souls in the happiness we've known.
You dance. You sing.
You've arrived. Alive and kicking.
My reward: little socks, conversations with playful teddy bears, square blocks, and good food eaten in highchairs. Knocks on the head each day.
Your love of monsters and animals, and the funny things you have said
and still say.
Kisses. Hugs. Pokes in the ribs. Tears and giggles.
The fear of closed doors, but a big fan of pigs!
Little hands. Curly hair.
I think about you everywhere.
Your first walk. The shock of unknowing.
Our open arms and your gradual growth into them,
and growth into knowing.
Now, safe and warm, blankets and toys -- I watch you sleep flawlessly unspoiled.
I watch and need this growing piece of me; my future seed. This all-seeing, bright eyed and innocent being -- I see so many parts of me in him.
Little socks -- and lots and lots of tickles and curly golden locks and you're the best thing I've ever seen.
It is you, dear boy, I understand.
I love to hold your little hands.
And make you laugh, and hear you talk;
That way you can't say ''box''.
But most of all I just love you.
You and your little socks.
Written for my 3 year old son.