Foggybaby Dreams

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Foggybaby Dreams Clarified
(For My Nephews––now Six Feet Tall.)

You flinched from my touch,
hated the red cowboy hats
I bought for you,
preferred the hundred
tiny grass frogs
to the cows we tried
to introduce
into your city lives,
had eyes only for the trucks
carrying salt for the cows
to gather after.

Early mornings,
you leaned against
my sleep.
And oh,
your sleep-wicked
hair
and your
sweet sour milkbreath
and the
slight fart smell
of your warm bunny p.j.’s,
your impeccable smiles.
Daylight
had barely
bedeviled
you yet.

Five minutes until
you melted
back into your
foggy baby dreams,
and I became
your
nostalgia.

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My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

14 thoughts on “Foggybaby Dreams”

  3. krstaten

    This made me think of my daughter as a baby. She’s only five now but those days of “sleep-wicked hair and sweet sour milkbreath” already seem like a long ago dream sometimes. Thank you for sharing. This was lovely.

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      I’m so glad it struck a chord. My sister’s children were the only babies in our family so they drew a lot of attention when they came to visit. I was baby-crazy, always, but ironically never had any of my own. My husband’s youngest children were still little when we married, however, so I got a good bit of mothering in.

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