Remembering
Remembrance
Memory

There was the cotton-cool
smoothness
of your skin,
the unbelievable believing
on your first day.

I looked at you,
warm and stretching
in my arms and wasn’t
quite sure.

And the other night
I remembered that
moment.

I watched, not speaking,
as you looked at your son,
warm-eyed.

This alone
can bring me to tears,

remembering.