Joseph, my little boy, my firstborn, I miss you so much. Thinking of this love poem I wrote for you, hoping to keep you close in my heart today and every day.
I sang to you every morning.
rubbed circles of lotion into my belly,
caressed my belly,
rested my hands on it,
gazed at it,
watched my profile in the mirror
I showed you off even though you weren’t even born.
peanut butter and jelly,
Philly cheese steaks,
rotisserie chickens and
I measured you against a list of fruits and vegetables of increasing size.
talked to you
waited for you to
try to escape from my belly,
pushing out sideways up near my ribs.
I cradled you in one arm at night as I fell asleep.
And I sang to you every morning.
© Burning Eye