Lullaby for Boo-Boo

i decided to give my first born the pet-name Boo-Boo. he used to love having his picture bible being read to him in bed. the innocence of toddlers talking, listening to stories and then drifting to sleep is very endearing.

BOO BOO

  • “Boo-Boo’s” battered Bible upturned,
    pages creased by pudgy finger prods;
    middle eastern pictures absorbed, learning
    about heaven’s sure hope, God’s
    creativity; studious chatter as he nods,
    seeking affirmation, parental assent,
    gob-stopper dummy smudging accent.

    “Boo-Boo” drifts now to slumberland,
    soft toy leopard watches and prays,
    earlier hugged by grasping hands;
    muffled metallic music, pots and pans
    being noisily sorted and stored away;
    the oven door opens, baked bread
    aroma ascends stairs to Boo-Boo’s bed.

    “Boo-Boo” drifts on a tide of dreams,
    blond cork-screw curls lap his face,
    blankets whisper lullabies, beams
    from landing-light add poignant grace;
    i quietly pray in this sacred space;
    background choirs sing in minor keys
    – should i best observe on bent knees?

    ___________________________

    painting by Joy Elliott, grandmother of “Boo Boo”

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