a poem a day for a year #102

by Amy Turn Sharp


I put the kettle on
to warm you after spring soccer
I fed you tiny silver teaspoons of sweet hot tea 
you opened your mouth like a bird
and sometimes the spoon hit your big white teeth
like a clink
we smiled at each other
and the calm on your small face
took away all of the mistakes of my day
took away the doubting fears that I mess up
too much on this mothering ship
that I am not a good captain
you put your head on my chest
and you 
felt like a baby again
and we were no longer adrift