Holding On For Dear Life
By Ute Carson
Nothing like parents!
And when they leave me in charge
His world tumbles like his building blocks,
His mood turns pure dejection, “Mama, Dada.”
My love engulfs him in waves,
Holding, letting go, holding.
And as I press him to my chest,
His tears tender as new leaves,
He whips his legs in frustration,
His breath hissing behind his tongue
And his arms hang on to my neck,
As if it were a lifeline.
I relinquish myself
To this willful, needy wonder.