A Belly Full of Milk

My young son, you lay asleep
In the crock of my left arm
With a belly full of milk.

As I look down on you,
There is a smile of contentment
And bliss on your face,
I think of what is to come.

Soon you will be crawling,
Walking, and then running.
Then, my son, I will chase you
Down the street as you ride
Your two wheeler
For the first time.

What I fear the most:
Are those teenage years.
I hope by then, I would have
Spent enough time with you
That those years will not be a
Time of separation.

Then you'll be off to collage,
Job, and marriage
Then you will have a little one
Asleep in your arm.

All that will come.
But now, I am content
To live in the moment.
To sit here in joyful bliss.
With you asleep in my arm
With a belly full of milk.

10 Aug. 2007