Every morning, when he first opens his eyes
He looks around in wonder
Perhaps amazement of another day
Before a notion of recall is formed
He first turns to mom to curl in her breast
Once full he returns to his back, observing the ceiling
Then he turns right and sees dad
Without fail, each, every time
This is the face
A beaming glow in the already radiant sunrise
A smile so huge it seems his face will break
I don’t need anything but this moment each day
Yet he continues to do it throughout the day
There are screams, cries, and battles of diapers
But there is always love
There is always knowing who I am, who Sam is
He does not know much, but he knows love and us
That’s all we want
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