Each Day That Remains

Lately I'm Noticing

I notice her at church
	In the light blue shirt
Bouncing her newborn 
	Up and down

Her lips lift into a smile
	Above his sleepy brown eyes
Before she presses a kiss 
	Upon his brow

I glimpse her in the park
	After he learns how to walk
Clutching tightly to 
	His tiny hand

She pauses mid stride
	Plucks a flower from the ground
Then tucks it tenderly
	Behind his ear

I watch her in the store
	Her cart bursting with food
Chasing her son’s laughter 
	Throughout the aisles

She reaches into her pack 
	Grabs his favorite snack
Beckoning him to keep closer 
	For a while
	
I spot her at the library
	Books stacked in her lap
The growing child 
	Nestled into her side

Together they learn
	How to sound out the words
Until he can read
	The stories himself

I study her at school
	Beside the nervous boy 
Entering his classroom 
	For the very first time

She ruffles his hair
	Offers a whispered prayer
And snaps a picture so 
	She’ll always remember

I find her in the car
	With the sunglasses on
Hiding tears that 
	Betray her smile

Her baby once small 
	Now grows tall
Needing her less with 
	Each day that remains

Inspired by the prompt, "Lately I'm Noticing," from an unknown source. Click here to read the next one in the series.

For the complete series from the first ever Waffles and Writing Poetry Hop:

Each Day that Remains

A Vein Of Speckled Gold 

Hand In My Fin

Beautiful Boy

Stay tuned for Homegrown Haven next time!