Baby Boy

In Fertility First, Baby 

Baby Boy

I loved you as they rubbed the slip-slime from your

body freshly slid from your travel from my womb

to world – sacred charge – I would stand before

a bullet for you – so powerful steel would bounce

softly against my milk filled breasts – Invincible – 

our bond inviolable – a brand set to burn burnished

into the epi-center of my soul, ignited by the sound 

of your first cry – Nothing could ever chip the solid

soul-bond birthed fresh in that tropic dawn –I felt it-

that inexplicable, actual, aching stretch of my heart -

as you tiny soul-mate set sail apart and part of me – 

forever in the brightest crook of my being. Or so

I led myself to deliciously trust in totality 

erroneously – apparently – undeniably -

now, that you are grown, flown and gone

as baby boys shall always come to be..

The Sunday Whirl