• Victoria Monet

Letters to My Son #1: Find My Hand Upon Your Back

Love is in the morning

When you wake up and smile at me


Love is in the morning

When you wake up early crying


Love is going slow

As we walk in the sunny garden


Love is going fast,

Rushing to get dinner started


Sometimes love is clean,

You put your shoes up by the door


Sometimes love is messy,

Black beans all over the floor


Sometimes love is quiet,

And we need no words at all


Sometimes love is loud,

Running, yelling, bouncing balls


Love is when we play together

Happy as can be


Love is when I say “I’m sorry”

‘Cause mommy can get angry


Love is drawing near

And hiding you from the world


Love is letting go

And teaching you to learn


Sometimes love can hurt,

Or make you feel like you’re flying


Love is fierce and dangerous,

The greatest Lion of lions


Love is never easy,

And it always asks for risk


But there’s safety in the dark

With a goodnight’s kiss


Look at the stars, my son

I have that many reasons


Find my hand upon your back

In every single season



A note about this poem: I started writing this when my son was 19 months old, inspired by one of the books we read together "Love, I love you all the time" by Emma Dodd.

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