My Baby Boy

My Baby Boy

My goodness, I hated to see him grow

Remembering how he played with my toes

when he couldn’t even say the words

When he was asleep

full from his feeding

from my breast,

his head lay on my chest

I remember so well

he called my breast

“Balloon, Mommy, Balloon

It was soon after,

when there was

no more laughter,

he broke a dish

then I made a wish

that he would grow up one day

Go out to play I used to say,

until he asked one day

for money, to take his honey

for a ride in my car

Don’t go far was too bizarre

to even ask anymore

He has grown-up he’s a man

No more “May I please”

No more “If I can”

Now he has his own

he wishes they were grown.

His honey spends his money

on the little bunnies they produced

Across the room

I have watched them grow

Damn, I swear

I saw his child

playing with his mother’s toes,

and another day, I saw him smile

when he rested his head

on her chest, full from his feeding

from her breast

Just as his father did me