You were my First.
Peach fuzz and mottled yellow
I did not know enough
to realize it was jaundice.
mother and baby
I still feel it sometimes
and it surprises me when I think you do not
and then, I remember. What my memories are
are not yours. I hope you have the soft girl baby
experience so I can be a part of it.
When he came
it seems he was squirmy, tough and wanted to get down
You were always warm and looking around
as your own poetry details.
He has the moves of a poet with swift feet, a Mercury
his last year before his first year.
I try to pry him away from your thoughts
and it is impossible
as impossible as prying you away from my thoughts.
Although we have not lived together under the same roof,
for many years
you are still like me.
I do not know if it pleases you
as you are also proud to be your own woman.
I think being your mother’s daughter
does not suit
and yet, you are.
To me, you will always be mine to love
and be surprised at the differences and be glad
there are differences
and until and if your granddaughters are born
you will not know what I know.
There is nothing quite like having a daughter
who is middle aged, successful and coming into her own
as a parent of a fully fledged young man.
It is a great and good joy. Thank you.