His tiny arms
Stretching out to me
He moves closer
But not too quickly
I can tell he is
Looking for Mommy
She is softer, prettier
And she smells better
I watch his tiny face
Decide that Daddy is
An acceptable substitute
While she is gone
Kneeling, I embrace him
He collapses into my chest
He is oddly subdued
And holds tight my neck
He seems reluctant
As if he understands
There are things that
I need to do
His tiny hands
Pat my shoulder
As if to say
“This won’t take long”
Benjamin was, I think, experiencing mild teething pains. After about 10 minutes of holding him, he fell quietly to sleep.
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