"he is waiting..."

“Sometimes,' said Pooh,
"the smallest things
take up the most room in your heart.”
― a.a. milne


he is waiting

even before
you rise from the
dusty echoes
of your dreaming,
he is there

the perfume of his
baby hair,
tiny fingers, soft and round with
wonder,
eyes that never leave
your face

he is there
eagerly waiting for
you to
lift yourself
from
the warmth of dreaming,
where
he was with you
all along
flying ponies,
dancing bears,
and kingdoms full of
laughter...

he is waiting

even before the sun
reaches over the horizon,
rises above the treetops, and
rest its hand upon your face...

even
before the scent of
toast,
and ginger
lemon grass tea
waft, and swirl, and
climb the stairs to call you
down to a morning's
meal

he is there
bright smile,
adoring eyes,
expectant, full of hope,
full of you...

and you,
are full of
him...

at the bottom of the
stairs.
in the middle of the night,
deep within
the smallest
moments
his shining
eyes
hold your
heart

because
you know...

he is always
there...
waiting
on tiptoe,
small arms reaching,
full of questions...

waiting


for you to
wake up
and
join
him in
his
day

“I think we dream
so we don’t have to be apart for so long.
If we’re in each other’s dreams,
we can be together all the time.”
― a.a. milne




[photo credit: Lisa Jean Renton - a photo of her son 2012]