Words over Wesley

A poem for my son.

A kick against my palm
now in a day
6 pounds the weight of my heart has gained 
with soft breath and the smell of sweet milk 
in a white room.
Wesley James here 
with his mother’s grin
his father’s cringe 
and a soft spot on his hard head
makes you in all our certain ways.

While now we sit home rockin’
keeping track of every breath
reading pretty little words over Wesley 
from Walt Whitman to Shel Silverstein.
We sit home rockin’
Singing pretty little words over Wesley 
from Bob Dylan to Anthony Green
Only the prettiest words
for our Wesley James.

Look what’s held over you 
a book 
a Bible 
a device that knows the history of histories
but not a word on you or me
is why I write these pretty little words over Wesley James.