Today, a poem
I wrote this poem to Dutch six months ago…
Today
Someday you will gel your hair, fighting those cowlicks you get from your dad,
But today I smooth your fine, wispy tufts of baby blond with my hand.
Someday your eyes will look to professors, bosses, friends, a wife,
But today your deep blue eyes look straight into mine as you nurse at my breast.
Someday you’ll listen to radio programs, sermons, and university lectures,
But today you listen to my song as I sing you to sleep.
Someday your lips will kiss a wife,
But today your wet little lips kiss mine.
Someday you will taste wine and steak, coffee and cheesecake,
But today I wipe the sweet milk from your chin and the little folds in your neck.
Someday your chest will have hair like your dad’s, you’ll work to perfect your six-pack abs,
But today I give blow-bellies to your round little tummy and kiss your soft chest as I put on your jammies.
Someday your arms will bulge with muscle, as you count how many push-ups you can do at one time,
But today your soft little jelly-arms reach and bat at the little toys hanging from your baby-gym.
Someday your hands will work on cars, type emails, and catch balls,
But today I spread your pudgy fingers and hold your hand on my face, inhaling the sweetness of your clammy palms.
Someday your legs will run down the court, pedal a bike, jump to catch a pass,
But today your chubby legs bow, rolls on your thighs, socks leaving indents on your thick little calves.
Someday your feet will walk across a graduation platform, drive a car, leave our home.
But today your fat little feet dangle outside the stroller, kicking with excitement as we walk along the street.
Someday you will be a husband, a father, a man of God who changes his world.
But today you are my baby boy; Lord, thank You for today.
Mommy
3.14.2007
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