Dark eyes to drown in,
sweet new face, with tiny features.
This little creature who came from me.
Trembly, open wide to the new,
squinting at the brightness of it all.
Sweet son of my heart,
first in birth,
thirsty for words, for action, for movement.
You climbed and ran;
you spun in endless circles,
spiraling delight, laughter, exuberance.
You create worlds in images,
imagine impossibilities into being.
You love what is,
and forgive what is not.
Glowing from before your first breath,
with mirth and precocity.
vast as the sea,
and as beautiful.