Baby Boy

my youngest son 
runs his fingers through my hair
it is long
not wavy
not straight
a thick, dark, gleaming mass
of unruly poof

but he claims to 
like the softness
and i feel his tiny hands
grooming me
gentle
with love
and sweetness

these days are short
soon
he'll be of the age
where this will be
taboo
inappropriate
"gross"

but right now
he is my baby boy
loving his mother
in the kindest
most simplest
of ways.