How he looked for you,
peeking around the corner
into our kitchen.
Something about this slanting
morning light
reminds me.
I can see how he was in it,
eyebrows arched,
cheeks flushed,
smile brimming on his lips,
“Mom-ma” on the tip of his tongue and
How he looked for you,
peeking around the corner
every single morning.
We rarely see with the faith of a child.
Change is the only constant,
we learn soon enough.
You and I are never the same in any-
angled light.
Yet I want to behold our world
how he looked for you.
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