A poem for my son-shine who is five

The other day you doubled back
as you were piling into the car
to go to school with a shark-patterned

You heard the tap tap tap
of me waiting by the window
and you bee-lined as on an
important errand

Mutely you blew kisses and threw hugs
and the motion of your throwing hugs
mimicked a flight attendant
directing passengers to the exit rows

And isn’t that just how I feel
as my heart goes soaring above clouds
on this sweet ride of knowing you at five
I am abruptly ushered to the exit row

Because this sweetness of you
doubling back to bid adieu
to your mama before school
is not a round-trip ticket

I’m still going to enjoy my window seat.

2015-08-21 07.40.55

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