Adoption Barrenness Motherhood Poetry

I Met a Boy

January 28, 2020

I met a boy

With skin as soft as silk

Even the caramel in my coffee

Is wildly jealous of

The caramel in his skin.

I met a boy.

With a voice as loud as thunder

And eyes having already beheld

So many things in their 8 months of existence.

I met a boy

Whose knee folds would cause

Scientists to name them

The 8th wonder of the world.

I met a boy

With a beat in his bones

Willing to dance at the drop of a hat

More likely to sing than cry.

I met a boy.

His hair like the Spanish moss

that hangs from strong oaks

Blowing in the warm breeze

Of the Florida wind that gave him life’s first breath.

I met a boy.

And he calls me Momma.

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