One Year Old You!

Halle

At one year old you are sick again with yet another very snotty cold
poor you
weepy red eyes, a little waif
your teeny nostrils in your teeny nose are very clogged
again.

At one year old you stand and groove
to Reggae beats,
without moving your feet,
much.
Hips rock, knees bounce, arms snake and head waggles
with a half grin on your face you feel the beats
and groove.

At one year old you can walk from Here to There
as long as There isn't too far away.
You are still growing into your walking legs
you waver but are getting
there

step

by

step.

At one year old you are telling stories
onomatopea gestures charades expressive
expression of likes and dislikes of feeling sudden anger
when what you want is taken away of feeling excitement
bubbling up through your entire little body bursting through at your nerve endings
your nadis aglow your spirit spilling forth lighting up your entire little being
sound expression chortles and squeals the final
culmination of this intense excitement
surprising us and
surprising
you.

At one year old you sit with a book on the floor under the lamp.
You hunch your back and shoulders and send your intention
with pleasure to the closed book
a hand on each side thumbs meeting in the middle and open the book
and look and exclaim
oh!
then close it thumbs meet a millimetre or two over and open the book
on a different page and exclaim
oh!  Whoa!
Close Open Close Open, exclamations of pleasure
you entertain yourself in these ways
that are all you, all you, at one year old.

This poem has no end
there is no end of you, Halle, at one year old.
You entertain and astonish me in so many ways
with your good humour your huge heart
your sweetness and your Halle wisdom.

My only wish to be to stall time and sit with you and sit with you
sit with you
and learn from you and know you
At this time
At one year old


Halle, I am honored to be your mother
You too have given me the gift of love

Your Mama