thursday -amused
A brown haired, brown eyed baby boy.
His eyes have seen enough of this world that I know they will be brown. He’s taken me in. He smiles for me. I see them turn muddy from the incredible blue of birth. They’re hazel now, on their way to be like the other places of his DNA.
Blow a kiss on his round belly and wonder if he will ever laugh as he laughs in these months before he knows much of anything outside of me. He’s a good baby.
We are the good things to a man who craves otherwise.
His eyes have seen enough of this world that I know they will be brown. He’s taken me in. He smiles for me. I see them turn muddy from the incredible blue of birth. They’re hazel now, on their way to be like the other places of his DNA.
Blow a kiss on his round belly and wonder if he will ever laugh as he laughs in these months before he knows much of anything outside of me. He’s a good baby.
We are the good things to a man who craves otherwise.