Up Close

self-explanitory

Up close
There are 4 a.m.s and wetting beds

And slamming skulls

Into your nose.


But stepping back are seas of love
And years of hugs
And so much pride
You break inside.


Up close
There are sticky kisses, mountainous dishes

Sleeping sighs

And endless whys.


But stepping back it's so much fun

To have a son.