Sometimes, perfect is known only in retrospect
You rested, drowsy, that summer day
Languid
On the edge of motherhood
Luscious
Open, a mango
Bird of paradise
Twenty five years later
Your son is much taller than you
Spinning the world on his fingertips
Will you ever say
Darling, I know now there was that one perfect summer day
When no one could break your heart or bust your dreams
Darling, I know now there was that one perfect summer day
When you danced in my belly, warmed by those sunbeams.
