Covered with Love
Your baby hands were big even then,
big enough to reach out and touch
the place where love is.
You waved them like wings,
trying to capture the light of dust
that slipped around your curved palm.
You opened something with your tiny fingers,
something invisible, made from heaven’s weave,
then you wrapped me in it
and it gave me grace.
Now, with your big blanket of love,
I see you have found the same fabric,
for you cover her with such tenderness that I weep.
I could never find the words to tell you.
Now you know.
I remember when you were two
you tripped over cracks in the cement
with run-down sneakers
the sea in your eyes
you tossed my heart about your youth
as I sang in dance around the room
with you in curl of whirl
time ticks to fast forward
to you still gleam of smile in me
to watch the tender hand you give
for as you watch me with your child
you tell me how you see now
how I was with you
has come around again