My Son is Now as Tall As Me

A photo of you and your sister scrolls across;
I feel the weight of you, ten years past,
sharp and sudden. I curve my body around
the ghost-memory, how you slept, sodden,

for hours against my chest, sweaty damp.

Yesterday we wrestled in the water, summer’s
arrival bringing backyard pool and water pistols;
you are stronger now, and relentless in battle,
but mama’s hug attack still makes you laugh

and wins me the sweetest (temporary) victory.


June 7, 2021

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