All the Voices in my Head

My Boy at 3 Years Old

i hold you in my arms as if you are 3 hours, 3 days, 3 months old and you sleep to the sound of my heart and i look down to see only your sweet head to your belly button fits locked lovingly in my arms as you are 3 years old now and your legs and feet hang to the floor, your toes almost touching the soft wood below, yet i close my eyes and listen to the whisper of your breath and you are 3 minutes, 3 hours, 3 days old and fit tucked into one of my arms, it seemed as if you would fit there for eternity and i could hold and protect you forever and a day, but alas my beautiful boy you are growing past 3 feet tall and learning about caterpillars, cocoons and butterflies, what makes an apple tree, running and jumping and hiding, the whole world before you at 3. i weep 3 tears - one of loss, one of joy and one of love at the three years gone by as i bring you closer and hold my breath as to suspend this moment in time.  

i did not know how much could fit into 3 as you stop the bad robots, build towers to the clouds and perfectly scream your ABC's.  you let me know this morning that you could put your shoes on all by yourself, pick a superman shirt all by yourself and finish the puzzle all by yourself, so where my baby boy does that leave me? i suppose i will hold you until you tell me you are too big as the clock strikes 3 and you wake for a moment, smile and close your eyes once more and i fall asleep with you and dream of you at 3 seconds old, when i first saw you, held you and kissed you my boy at 3 years old. 

Morning

and it is on that morning i felt the heat of the sun as it rose above the sea, the sun whispered over a warm breeze of love, of life, that hit my body, everything around me was still, silent and i was one with this magnificent light rising, a sunrise, simple, i swear i have seen a thousand, but cannot recall in my life feeling one in the precise moment it was peeking over the shoulder of the shore, as if it were rising just for me