Well, son, you've found it

I brush my stubbly cheek against your soft face,
and yet you don't push away.
Instead you push your head into the softest part of my neck,
looking for a safe place.
Well, son, you've found it,
much like you found your way into the softest part of my heart.

I spend my mornings waiting for a glimpse
of your sweet laugh,
your newest sound,
your latest move.

I wonder what you wonder as you stare into our eyes
gazing back at you.
What we see is our proof of any good in the world.
Proof that any sense of joy we had prior to your arrival
could be maximized infinitely.

Could you even know the immensity of our adoration?
Maybe not.
Maybe never.
But if anyone could, it'd be you.

But I love you!

I've tried. I've looked. I've tried again.
I have only found that what I never found
must make true that it is not possible to tell you in mere words
all that you are in my life.

Your smile is an addictive welcome,
while your eyes tell stories only I can understand.
Your hands calm the most nervous of nerves.
Your love makes me better.
Your love makes everyone better.

I stand each day in a life position only made possible by the willingness you explore,
by the patience you gift me,
by the love we hold in our arms.
You are a stop light when I'm moving too fast,
a green light to my ridiculous dreams.

What I should search for is the reason for how I could ever be so lucky,
but I don't deserve to know more than the simple fact that I don't deserve all that you are.
But I try to every day.
No need for doubt about that.

So I leave you every morning only waiting to come back.
Back to the home we have made.
Back to the love that we champion.
Back to the boy we adore.
Back to the place we swore we won't ever leave.

You are deserving of a lifetime of bright smiles,
brighter sunrises and purple sunsets.
Long car rides to sights only imagined.
Flights to places only seen in fairy tales.

Mari,
I've tried. I've looked. I've tried again.
I have only found that what I never found
must make true that it is not possible to tell you in mere words
all that you are in my life.

On and onward

On an eeriely windy night
the tips of the trees shake and sway.
The dark sky has arrived
On the week's final day without play.

On the inside of these walls,
all is calm. In my arms
the sweetest boy I've ever held,
silent at the top of my chest.

On my mind is a year's worth of thoughts
colliding with one another as they speed through and through.
She keeps me from sinking.
She is who I miss dearly.

On the clock is a time less forgiving every moment.
A song builds and releases, my mind repeats the action,
so do the snores of a tired boy.
A restless night will not stop us from resting easy.

That new kind of love

I stare in awe and amazement at your sunlit face as you stare in awe and amazement at the boy you have made.

The boy we dreamed of in the backseat, the smiles we always wanted to mirror, the sweet inadvertent noises we always remember.

Oh, if only he realized how lucky he is to have a mother whose limitless love stretches from her hands to his feet. A mama whose been waiting for this day, each day. A mama who was made for this day, each day.

Oh, if only he knew of the heart you call your own and the spot he has dug into it and calls his own. He may not know now of the love we possess, that love you hold near and tight. The love that wakes you up and puts him back to sleep each night. But one day he will.

You come from love

You come from a lookdown stare,
eyes locked and love bound.
You come from a tap on the shoulder
From a young man's nervous courage.
You come from a message,
direct yet subtle.

You come from infatuation,
a real life adoration.
You come from one woman's sacrifice.
You come from one man's drive.

You come from hard work.
You come from generations of dreams never realized.
You come from callous hands, but always giving.
You come from good people.

You come from a look at the empty backseat.
You come from dreams,
both day and night.
You come from cultures mighty and proud.

You come from mom.
You come from dad.
You come from family.
You come from a wish.
You come from connection.
You come from love.