This is my home-game entry this week for therealljidol. There are now two weekly topics because of the new batch of Second-Chance Idol contestants. I am not competing this season but invite you to read the original contestants and the Second-Chance Idol contestants. This week's regular topic was "The Sincerest Form of Flattery," while the Second-Chance topic was "Softness."
First, my "second-chance" piece, on the topic softness.
Past sharp edges, choke
hazards, and heavy danger he crawls
fearlessly. Fingers, like feelers, stretched
to grab plastic containers, books, toys, blankets.
He wants to suck on the laundry. He wants
to rise up. Feelers search for handholds; straightens legs and
pops upright, in wide-eyed
delight. He cruises
around the coffee table. What
wispy peach fuzz on his head, golden brown, color
of honey. Breath of arrowroot cookies and pear puree.
He chews on my favorite clutch (the one
I haven't used since bringing him home). He stares
at the black vinyl, to interpret its shiny message.
Now, my piece inspired by "The Sincerest Form of Flattery."
Red despair pulls his mouth wide;
he howls. Eyes squint shut, limbs
thrash. He is all suffering
bone and flesh. Calling for
comfort, he reaches. I sweep him
up in my maternal arm circle.
Nuzzling in my shoulder, he sighs,
relaxes. Eyes wet, he smiles.
My husband, whose lap he just left,
huffs wordlessly. Not the mama.
My baby whirlwind loves his mama.