My Big Boy
With pride and pain
I watched him sleeping peacefully—
his head on the window of the airplane
pimples and their remnants on forehead
a discernible thin line of hair on upper lip
few strands hanging from the chin
shoulders shaping into a man’s
How I miss collecting him in my arms
pecking his cheek
tousling his hair
now that he is about a foot taller than me
Almost always reticent
answers in monosyllables
Miss his excited stories ,hugs and tugs
when I entered the door
Reaches the topmost shelves for me
but too proud to ask for help himself.
Just yesterday he was
crawling, tripping, falling, bawling
Wonder who flashed a magic wand overnight?
Was lost in those alleys when he stirred
and rolled his head onto my shoulder
My heart exploded
but I sucked in my breath
held very still
resisted the urge to run my fingers through his hair
just cradled the moment
my baby resting on my shoulder again
Did the sky I was traversing hear me pleas?
Written on 07/01/2016
Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2016
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