A Poem I Wrote For My Son –bringing him home as a new baby

( For Aldo)

In long car ride
your eyelids flutter
interrupting angel dreams
Beneath your warm, tiny body
a mother’s heart beats
at your newness
Home, to a one storey house
small acreage by the highway
where at a tender age
you learned
the carefulness of crossings
as your companion dog
found tragedy
in human speed
The backyard
where you chased ducks
surprising yourself
with your own squeals
of laughter
and your fascination
with your father’s leather pouch
of nails and hammer
the boy voice ripening
and you
growing comfortable
with hand skills
and listening
always listening
to the men
around you

By Delia De Santis

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