Biased

I know I am biased but you would be too

I have a son, he is not yet two

Thoughts of his smile overwhelm me with joy

Right now an empty bucket or box is his favorite toy

He circles the room with an unbalanced walk

Making the funniest noises trying to talk

Unsure what to do when he walks the wrong way up the slide

Mixes my fears and amazement that somehow turns to pride

When away from him, I feel something is missing that never I had before

I count down the minutes till I get to roll around and play with him on the floor

Written by Lanis

Wednesday, May 01, 2002