Dust?

Dust? On my furniture?
         It must have settled there while my back was turned.
         While I was watching my cherub sleep.
         Sometimes he smiles in his sleep
         and I don't want to miss it.



The shine on my floors is a bit dull?
         Guilty again.
         Well...my infant's eyes shine when they open from a sleep
         and I don't want to miss their glow for a second.
          They are all the shine this house needs for today.



Emails? Phone calls? No.
         I talked to my little son instead.
         I told him how he will like the smell of some flowers.
          and how soft a puppy's fur will feel to his hands,
          to his cheek.



I told him the grass might tickle his feet and
          that he might not like it.
          Or maybe he will.

I told him about cookies with icing.          
          I told him I love him.



So, for today, I will tell him some more about his world.
Because some day all too soon,
         he will wiggle his way off this lap of mine.
         He may not be interested in my stories of grass and flowers.
         He won't sit still so I can stare into his shining eyes.
          He will belong to the world and
          I will have to share him.



But, for today, he belongs to me.
          For today, I will drink in every one of his magical movements and
         lock them in my memory forever.



Then - someday - someday all to soon - I can take them out
         one at a time,
         like photographs and
         treasure them.



The dust and the floors will always be the same.
         But there will never be
                   this same today
          with my little boy.