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.
