For Later

Her baby was a delight,

She would be sure to tell him

When he was older—cheerful

And bright, maybe already

Picking up words, and healthy

In every respect, although

He couldn’t sit on his own.

She scrapbooked all his milestones,

First time in church, first Christmas,

First Valentines Day up next.

She kept a lock of his hair,

Which was chestnut and lustrous

And slightly curly, like hers,

Fixed in the scrapbook as well.

It was the happiest time.

She paused the cart at the store

And picked out a card for him,

For Baby’s First Valentine.