There were more of them
when I was three.
The afternoons were
never long enough.
I could run away
from the rain
as it chased me
down the street.
I was never careful
eating watermelon
or mindful of
dancing when
the music started.
I thought those days
had ended
until I had
my son.
He reminds me
every morning
of how unapologetic
a kiss
can be.
And when I want
my day
to end
he makes me
laugh over
how he wants
more of it.
(Nov.5, 2009)
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