Kyle, Our Mama’s Boy,
Before, I dreamt of a child who’d nuzzle, and cuddle,
and long to be held by me.
And now, I feel guilty in moments
when I long to be un-clung from you.
But, oh my sweet boy, how my crazy-love for you looms.
Engulfing, I admit, all of me —
even my fleeting pangs of independence from you.
Words cannot be put to it —
the sticky, sweet, salty skin,
wave after wave of reciprocal adoration between
this Mama and Her Boy.
