A poem a day for a year #181

by Amy Turn Sharp


My boy has a sunburn
so I take the thick yogurt
and spread it across his small back
his small frame
and I think about being in Greece a long time ago and the way someone spread yogurt on my body when I ignored the strong sun
when I thought I was invincible
brought to tears by the pain
my boy trusts me
even though he thinks it's weird
his eyes stay on me
he tells me he loves me
I draw tiny circles in the hollow of his neck
he smells like warm wind
ancient spices
there are marked moments of human kindness
that live with us forever
that taste like honey
that stay put