Your Smile reminds me of a picture perfect Kodak baby.
Your deep throat chuckle-
that shook your body with uncontrollable laughter,
Haunts me.
A grin grows on my face,
fading as I wipe water from my red welted eyes.
I was your mini mommy, your stephy,
I was your possession.
Kissing hurts away, standing stern when needed.
Singing lullabies.
The scent of baby powder mixed with dried bananas
And dirty smudges on your long played wind blown cheeks,
lingers in my mind.
We walked in the park,
fishing for crickets with stick poles and grass lines.
Climbing our personal tree and giggling about nothing.
That day was too quick- too fast.
I remember the way tears fell
from your remorseful wrinkled up face.
Trembling at the thought of my disappointment.
How I struggle to not break a smile,
and let you get away with you wrong doing.
You were such a good little boy.
I look out my large window,
and see you blowing kisses
that are swept away by sorrow,
just from my grasp.
A single tear slips simultaneously,
as you silhouette fades away,
Leaving a faint trace of
Baby powder and dried bananas in the air.