Lego pieces sliding on the wood floor
with Mr. Potato Head eyes
sandwiched in the middle
The shaking of a house
with the bouncy applause
for Toy Story at 4:32 a.m.
A quiet sigh of awe while the train
whistles beyond the bay window
The unnecessary gush of tap water delight
Eggshells cracking open on the linoleum floor,
scrambling feet sliding through that yolky goo
Quick scribbles on the Magna-Doodle
His bedroom door opening and closing,
opening and closing
A mattress squeak as he burrows
tightly under blankets while the melodic voice
of his sister soothes him lap-wing songs to sleep
A high-pitched squeal of victory
when the 7 Dwarfs are lined up perfectly
in the window sill Conga position
His beautiful language of desire
when he looks to the falling snow and declares,
I want ice-cream, please
The creaking of the hammock swing
carefully centered in living room motion
A spontaneous laugh-in-a-box chuckle
on a winter car ride
The juicy indulgence of apples
The pure splash of a pound of sugar
crystaling down like grains of blessings
too numerous to count.

This poem first appeared in Toward the Light (Summer, 2008)
Used here with the author's permission.