Object of My Affection

This was another poem I wrote for my Intro to Poetry class. My son, of course, was the inspiration.

 

On stubby, chubby legs you start
Waddling, toddling
Through the house and through my heart.

You wiggle, jiggle your belly
Grinning, giggling
Chortling with joyful glee.

Cooing, chewing, mouth open wide
Tasting and wasting
Food thrown aside.

Picking and flicking your pudgy fingers
Mooshing and mashing
The mess of it lingers.

Worming and squirming your stumpy toes
On chunky, clunky feet
You stuff in your mouth and touch to your nose.

Every inch and ounce of your tiny perfection
Will always be the object of my affection.

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24 Hours With You

I’m currently revising poems for my poetry class portfolio and thought I’d start sharing some of my work. This one was for the “List Poem” assignment. While I’m not fond of the List Poem structure (a list is a list, to me, so it’s hard to think of it as poetic), but in revising this one, I’m more happy with it compared to the first draft which was much more… list-ier.

Enjoy. =D

 

24 Hours With You
6:30 AM
I awake to your voice
Crackling, chirping through the monitor.
I drag myself from the warm embrace
of my bed.
You greet me with a smile.

7:30 AM
Two sugars and a heap of French Vanilla creamer.
You’re changed, fed, stumbling around
On unsteady legs.

9:00 AM
Coffee’s cold.
I chase you away from the TV.
From the cable box.
From the router with its blinking lights.
From the wet shoes deposited by the door.
From the blinds in the windows.
Again.
And again.

10:00 AM
I hold you close
Your warmth tucked in my arms.
We sway
Forward and backward.
Forward and backward.
I gaze down at your innocent face
As your blue eyes flutter closed.

12:30 PM
You wake with renewed energy
Ready to continue the chase.
Laughing
Clapping
Giggling
At silly little things.

2:00 PM
You gobble down your lunch
Watching Jake and the Neverland Pirates.
Mickey Mouse.
Little Einsteins.
You’re done –
You’ve slapped the spoon from my hand
To tell me you’re full.

4:00 PM
You used to take a second nap.
Now a distant memory.
You slurp down your bottle
Then grin at me,
Wide-eyed,
As if saying,
“Yeah right.”

6:30 PM
Bed time.
I hold you close as we rock
Forward and backward.
Forward and backward.
You look so peaceful.
I kiss your cheek.
Tuck you in.
Whisper,
“I love you.”

3:00 AM
The Witching Hour.
I stumble around the house
A zombie.
Warming your bottle,
Changing you,
Falling asleep as we sway
Drifting off again.

6:30 AM
I awake to your voice
Crackling, chirping through the monitor.
I drag myself from the warm embrace
of my bed.
You greet me with a smile –
It makes it all worth it.

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