laughing all the while * a poem about my son

i was laughing
all the while
and how could I be surprised after some
nine odd months
you sprung from me
three hard impossibly painful
thrusts into life
you were born into laughter
rocketing here
as if you couldn’t wait
another moment to meet
the source of that laughter
you were born into the bright
bright impossible light
of that room
and the excited
nervous voices faces pacing bodies
your fathers perplexed
as he holds you
as if
after nine odd months
surprised you are here
ours
and on your pinched
old-man baby face
surprise
you’re so
little little
tiny toes and fingers cupids bow mouth
and I have nothing wise
witty or poignant to say
instead I’m laughing
all the while

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