a poem a day for a year #259

"This is the my favorite part," says my boy
when we read the book tonight
and I already know that
because my favorite part
is the anticipation of his mouth
opening and telling me that
matter of fact
him saying the word
of things being good
and calm
and clear
and the world is put to order
through the pages of
time in my lap
buried in my side
like arrows
stuck with love