“The Lord is kindness and strength” (Psalm 144:2)
The littlest one is big now,
catching up to his older sister.
His thick feet smack the floor
as his sickle-shaped legs send him
sailing after his siblings
and they yelp under the whack
of his little paws – he whispers,
“so sorry…gen-tle,” right away
and rubs their sore spots.
They laugh and tackle him.
He is everywhere round –
round arms, round legs,
round cheeks, round belly.
He throws his arms up and shouts
for me to lift him; he is heavy like stone,
yet with ease I set him on my hip
for he hurls hugs and kisses my way,
(I am a tree in the rain)
making loving kindness
my strength and his.