Growing Up
A free-verse poem
“Mom, I lost my tooth!” My son smiled As he proudly deposited The bloody relic of his childhood In a sandwich bag. The last baby tooth. We tucked the bag under his pillow And waited for the tooth fairy to come One more time.
The next morning I kissed his cheek While he slept. A youthful innocence Lingered on his face. With sleight of hand I snuck a wrinkled five dollar bill Under his pillow And grabbed the bag with the tooth. Could this be The last magic trick I perform for my son?
He is my world, my only child. Wasn’t it yesterday I made a home for him in my body? Now he stands shoulder high And asks me what it means When a girl puts a frowning face In the Roblox chat When he has to leave the game. “It means she’s sad to see you go,” I say.
So am I, baby. So am I.
