Shared Delight
I always knew how much I needed
my mother,
but it wasn’t until having you
I realized how much she
needed, needs me
too.
The shared delight of it all.
For instance.
This afternoon, I put on your favorite song to sing to you.
And you laughed, and laughed
as if to say, again mama, again.
I would sing
forever for you,
my baby. Again and again.
The delight.
And this evening, when I stayed up late because we are with my mama and we were talking about cooking, and mothering,
and living.
At twilight,
I came up to my childhood room where you slept.
You heard me, of course.
I swept you up.
You finding your way,
my hand resting on your head.
Your hand on my chest.
The shared delight.
Again and again.
I knew I needed my mom,
but she also needs
me,
baby girl.