Mother's Day
by Justine C. Tajonera
Your father and I
discovered your budding teeth
while eating crabs on a Sunday.
Time stopped for me
as I counted back
all your goofy,
toothless grins.
I wanted to slow
down
and memorize
every one of them.
Do you know that
I bring your drowsy eyes
and sweet, milky breath
with me
every day
that I plod to work?
Though I can't wait
for you to call for me
by name,
I want to bask
in this quiet smile
of yours.
Wait a while for me,
dearest one.
Hold my hand
a bit longer.
May 13, 2007
