A Poem for Him



It is nearly one in the morning.

She has been asleep for hours in our bed.

Little hands tucked up under little ears.


It is not too many hours until she wakes again.

I stand and stretch

moving toward the stairs to join her.


But instead of passing you

I remove from your lap what distracts you and sit

straddling you as if I am the child.


My chin on your shoulder

My back hunched and relaxed under your hands.

I stay there unable to move.


Then I stand up.

Take off my pants.

You pull your pants off at my obviousness.


I sit back on you



saying nothing.


I look around the room.

It is filled with toys and shoes

the clutter of our decade together.


Of our lives in motion





A life that I cannot remember a time before.




This chair.

This moment.

This love.

This lifetime.






(Day 16 – A-Thing-A-Day)


4 Responses to “A Poem for Him”

  1. Oh, my…. just lovely. So evocative.

  2. oh yes, despite the toys, the parenthood distractions…oh yes…


  3. I remember that moment, it was like a poem. You captured it forever…

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