The Brown Mama Chronicles

malachi and I
locked in an embrace
spin twirl waltz
into a patch of sunlight
that has found its way
through the kitchen window
we sing along
to a soaring melody
both off key

wide eyes
full of delight
search mine
for an echo
and rewarded
his head falls back
a peal of
joyous laughter
bright and clear
escaping into
noonday sun

in this second
I remember
with absolute certainty
why I exist
in yesterday's tshirt
and unwashed hair
amidst a sink full of dishes
and a floor full of crumbs

I am here
HOME
summoned by love
my calling
to dance
with my son
in the afternoon light