My arms full of laundry. I balance it all on one hip while using my pinkie finger to pull open the top dresser drawer in my oldest son’s room. I heave the folded warm t-shirts and silky basketball shorts inside, and notice a piece of paper, carefully folded, among the remnants of jeans and khaki’s on the bottom, that are probably too small. I’ve been meaning to go through his clothes, knowing that his body has not only grown longer, but it’s filled out too. When I hug him, I can feel the strength in his arms, and the broadness of his shoulders.
I unfold the note, and to my amazement, see it’s a letter written in my hand. One I had composed a couple of years back, for his birthday. I shake my head. I would never have guessed he would have kept it. But then again, isn’t that the kind of boy he is? Yes, I smiled. That’s exactly who he is.
It inspired me to start writing another letter to him. His birthday isn’t until the end of next month, but finding the previous gift of words that were so safely squirreled away lit a fire under my
extremely somewhat procrastinating tush. I didn’t expect to finish it so early, but this morning as the sun came up, and a small bit of steam escaped from my coffee, I added a sentence, and it seemed to complete my thoughts. I will wait for his 11th birthday, but I’m giving the energy of my writing as my offering today.
As the days stretch out
And the sun leaves it’s mark on your nose, that is a perfect likeness of mine
My memories find their way back to a time
When I carried you as a secret
to dream over and consider
Too soon would others guess
the Story behind my smile
the Melody in my laughter
the Dance in my step
You summoned the rain
and sweetened it’s perfume
You bewitched the violet hue of the lilacs, and forced their bloom
You composed the music to be sung
by the robins and jays
You crowned Spring
Queen and Ruler of my Heart