13 Philip, Asleep

Wisp of blond falls across his forehead

A day of being 5

and rammy

Catches up to you

Full rosebuds puckered (“no kisses, mom”)

“Kiss me only when I’m asleep.”

Gentle sigh – the rhythm of breath

And long full eyelashes – ginger fringe…

You take my breath away.

“BEWARE T-REX” warn his pajamas in orange; faded green dinosaurs and

thin worn cotton

Cradled in the comforter

My bare toes grasp his tiny feet

“Not tiny, mom.

I’m five.”