Introductions

With my little boy playing roughly together,

Making great piles of white pillows on the bed

Throwing him up in the air to land upon,

In the laughter, the snatches of eyes in eyes,

Holding him in my arms before the next flight

I wanted to stop, strangely, just for a little time,

To introduce myself to him again.

As if we’d just met inside that moment.

Hi darling…It’s me.