My First Son

He wore cowboy boots and shorts on our day out.

A necklace of mismatched beads swung loosely about his neck;

when he grinned, the white bead somehow filled in the space

of his missing tooth.

We went to a Mom and Pop hardware store

in search of a dowel to replace the one I’d broken

(while assembling a bookshelf that Santa brought him).

When he ran across the empty parking lot kicking up dust with his boots

and gripping a stuffed bear sideways under his arm, turning to smile back at me;

I felt as if I were lifted in the air;

floating in a place of happiness

at his perfection.

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