Nate

I see Nate’s smile in a picture,
all at once I’m transported.
To a warm embrace,
To a wet, smacky kiss,
To a rocking chair with a book,
To a tickle wrestle,
To a squealing chase around the couch,
To a nite-nite kiss on Ani’s head,
To his weight in my arms,
To my apology to the skies for not protecting him.
To my conflict between wanting him here, and glad that he’s there.
My boy, forever you’ll be “Nate-Nate”, forever I’ll hear “Nite-nite Da-Da”.