Throughout the morning, a woman learns to listen through her baby's ears. |
I wake up to the sounds of birds. 5:00 AM Way too early for knitting classes, Way too late for going back into my dreams. I feel like SCREAMING at them For waking me up This morning. Every morning. With their chatter & their smirks, It seems as if they’re mocking me. And I hide my head in the covers and think. 6:00 AM When my baby screams. And screams. And screams. And screams. And screams. And screams. And screams. (And screams.) And I try to cover my ears, But (this morning) I can’t. So I go in, and cuddle him up, and He giggles. And I giggle back. My baby giggles (Beautifully.) 8:00 AM So I look at him pointing With his Chubby Little Hands And he is looking at the birds Fighting and snapping at each other. And he giggles (at the birds!) And I stare. In shock. For Quite. Some. Time. 9:00 AM My ears aren’t very good. I can’t hear all that well. So lean against my babies ears, and Listen Through Them. Just connect my eyes to his ears, Look Inside There. Trying to See What he Hears. And I Wait. And wait. And wait. 10:00 AM My baby, my baby, now he can hear. He can hear the trees shaking with laughter, Spreading the leaves as they do. He can hear the chipmunks scattering about, Whispering excitedly between them. He can hear the birds. Oh, Oh, Oh. The birds. They sing! They sing to each other, Sing about love And humans And earth And nature And life. They sing and they dance And they flutter with Grace. They’re pure. Lovely. Little. Birds. 11:00 AM Me and Baby, we stay there, Staring at them, No one thinks to go to classes Or about war and cruel things, Or that their something or other is a pain. We just stay there. Holding each other’s hands, And breath in and out deeply, Taking in the joy for Eternity AM |