September 4 // Part I
The sun and moon moved across the skies
of 365 days and nights,
and his parents were far too tired to notice.
Too myopic to see beyond the next nap,
the next feed, the next sliver of time
they might make use
of both their hands.
They’ve been here twice before now,
but never once with him.
He’s his sisters' old
mixed with something new,
like the shades of blue
now peppering all their closets,
like the way his body bounces
when he laughs.
This was the year the world grew quiet
and the house became so loud.
The year his mom and dad looked up and saw
that Love again sustained them,
somehow held them all together.
It was the year that he turned one.
Beautiful, Olivia.