Up in the bedroom where I lay on my silky
smooth sheets, the glowing sun dancing upon
my window, I could hear my little boy rushing
down the stairs, his footsteps captivating my soul,
the lovely charm in my dazzled eyes, as I listened to
the loud, papery sound of Christmas presents unwrapped,
the exhilarating glow in his bright face that I couldn’t see,
his thin soft hands moving at an accelerating beat, changing
between scintillating smiles and bursting laughter, all the
joys in the world that made me feel like a spectacular mom.
I could feel the shuffling steps in his beautiful feet pounding
my inner being as he dashed into my room and gave me a
warm, vivacious hug, his vibrant cheeks and short fingers in
harmony with mine, his curly afro hair sinking into my skin,
the way his sparkling teeth shined like glistening diamonds,
the way I could feel my heart freezing in that sudden moment
of greatness, how the amazing light rose and fell on our bodies,
every breath of its entity amplifying in our sight.  He looked at me
with a big grin and said, “Thank you, you are the best mom in the world.  I love you.”  I gazed into his big bright eyes and replied, “You are welcome.  I love you too my little trooper.”  As I watched him play on the colorful floor with his various games and toys, there was an awakening deep inside my spirit that moved me in a world of brilliant dreams.