Leafing through a book of children’s poetry
I come across a photograph of you
A portrait, taken almost a decade ago.
You're wearing pink Mickey Mouse pajamas
Wild messy curls frame your face
While you hold something up to the camera
But, like me, the lens refuses to focus on it.
Daylight streams in through a window to your left
Sneaking past the curls to cast shadows
On your perfect innocent skin.
Something else has me spellbound though
As I sit here on a grey rainy afternoon -
Your big brown eyes, so much like mine,
Looking at me with such unbridled affection
It feels like you're here right now
Wrapping your tiny fingers around my heart
Pouring your sunshine into my day
And making this volume of poetry
Ever so slightly more complete.