The Life & Times (and Misadventures!) of Miss Ami K Lovelace
Brother
I held you
barely wrapping my little arms
around the baby fat pudge of you
bundled in soft yellow flannel
with gentle blue embroidered bears
you were so heavy then
but I lifted you anyway
watched you smile and gurgle
caught your spit up on my little
pink tutu dress
I imagined our lives
full of barbie play dates and afternoon bike rides
...
those mini moments,
the half milliseconds between
dreamscape and white-wash bedroom walls
when the sounds of sleep still sing
a gentle lullaby over the capricious
whistle of the alarm
those mini moments
the half milliseconds between
white-wash bedroom walls and dreamscape
when the blur of focus weighs heavy against
the eyes and threatens to quiet
the tongue
those mini moments
...