Poem for Jason

Today Mommy refused to play with your battery-powered back-hoe
She said, “Mommy is not a child. Mommy is a beautiful woman!”
She grabbed her chin, tilted her head, and laughed.
You didn’t get the joke, but I did.
I cannot fathom how beautiful you are . . .
Your skin is soft, your teeth are white, but most of all, your smile is uncorrupted
Life is simple, you like to play, and you love Mommy and Daddy.
Today you turned on the machine and told me to hold you,
We raised our arms together, anticipating the cool air,
You were remembering when you were two, not so long ago,
And I will remember . . . for the rest of my life.