Wednesday, April 20, 2016

NaPoWriMo Day 17

For Day 17 of NaPoWriMo, I wrote a poem about my son.

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A little hand, sticky
and speckled with the crumbs
of cinnamon maple crunchies,
reaches to touch my face,
and I let him. I kiss his tiny
fingers and put my forehead to his.
He touches my cheek and
chuckles every time I lean
my head closer, looking
into his brown eyes. He smiles
when I smile. I laugh when
he laughs. He screeches
and I give him another crunchy.