blue blanket tucked into your chin,
Thumb in in mouth, jaw moving tch-tch-tch-tch.
Perfect tiny face,
an animated melon
beneath the blanket,
immersed in the sweet scent of diaper powder.
Body stretched across the mattress,
Toes draped over the edge,
blankets splayed across your waist,
whiskers bristling your chin.
Mouth agape: GRZZZZ-GRRRRZ-GrrrrrrZ
in the pungent scent of sweat.
(Even when they’re men, their mothers see the babies they once held in their arms.)
boys do have their own delicious smell!
delicious would probably not be my choice of word, lol. It is distinctly boy, though.
It’s both sweet and weird, don’t you think? Lovely poem — captures the paradox pretty nicely.