Toddler Magis
For Mikey
With my head draped in the family blanket
You danced around my feet,
Your laughter unspooling in our sweet
Cocoon of evening play.
“Mohr,” you say. “Mohr.”
Mama lays, an observer to the heavenly
Morsel that her love bore.
Though distracting you started as a chore
For her third-trimester relief, it swelled beyond duty,
As live-action grace will do.
You should know that I keep these marbled memories
Secure for inspection on darker days
When interior chaos flays
Certain sight of the Table of Communion.
These moments of superabundance remain.
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