Sunday, April 2, 2006:

Wide, blue eyes stare

Back at me, watching,

Playing with a small toy

He watches me uncertainly

He enjoys his toy

But is more cautious

Of me

Finally, he smiles a

Slow, gentle smile

His fingers in his mouth

A small arm flailing upwards

A soft, almost gurgled breath

Moments later

A cry as such, I've never hear

Breaks forth from his small

Mouth, louder and louder

The volume spirals

Crying and fussing

Falling and landing hard

Wailing all the louder

Holding the tearful

Child, wishing him to

Quiet

Rocking him slowly

Saying it'll be alright

Hoping that it will be

Peace and relief

Flood over when

His mother

Comes back

And takes

Him home