The Writing Mum

Boy

Who knew such joy could come from the sound of you chewing a banana.

Your nose is a little stuffed and you breathe heavily between chews, sucking the air in through your mouth and out again.

You’ve chosen my knee as your dining spot, and like a chair I cocoon you as you munch.

Who knew such joy could come from such a simple act.

I hold your hand and note how your fingers have stretched from baby to boy. I’m in awe of how they will one day be bigger than mine.

And you grew from me.

Lucky, lucky me

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