FOR ALEX

 FOR ALEX

Challenged by sleepless nights, thin and restless,

and dawns fueled by unpredictable schemes,

it’s the small threads that weave anything into everything.

New roles rise, responsibilities shift,

as I seek balance, a path to grow—

a better human, a truer mother.  

At two o’clock, I lay you down,

naptime steady as a heartbeat,

and in the glow of golden afternoons,

sunlight dances across your sleeping eyes,

those long brown lashes catching the light.

Your chest rises and falls—

a rhythm like the tides of my life before you came.  

Little man, you bloom with each day,

more alive in every breath.

I long to be your Giving Tree,

roots deep with love—unconditional,

stretching beyond time and distance.

I hold no dreams of who you’ll be,

no expectations to shape you,

but stand dazzled by the mystery—

choices unseen, futures unknowable.  

This thrill of selflessness,

the warm exchange of our embrace,

kindles love that swells—

admiration and joy doubling

as I witness the years unfold,

revealing your quirks, your spirit,

your journey into manhood—

a horizon so far it feels

like a foreign land, a whispered dream.