My baby’s so grown up

Sight faces forward

Legs swing with stride

He commands the room

He’s in control
When he speaks
Everyone looks at him
None of it’s intentional—
It’s just him being him
He sees what others miss
Notices the shift in breath,
The way light dances on skin
He listens, he remembers,
Takes care in the smallest things
There’s depth in him
So observant, so detailed
He’s got this spark
A presence, a pull
He knows what to do—
And when not to
Taller than me,
And I look up
with my eyes
My heart
My soul
My mind