Baby Boy

pit pat pit pat pit pat
your Feet slap against the white tiles
suck suck suck suck
goes your Mouth as if you’ve found the fountain of Youth on your mother’s breast

with each inch you grow
with each pound you gain
I see your Innocence fading into the Night.

each delightful Sleep you take
there It floats away.
each delicious meal you consume
there It floats away.

as Time robs you away from me
as quickly as a butterfly Dies,
I hold onto to your Innocence
in safekeeping.

one Day you’ll get it back
one Day you’ll know what it is to be young again.
on the Day I will lose you Forever.



The quiet serenity of daily occurance
the hushed rustling of leaves
the constant flow of thoughts
the steadfast glow of morning light.
The rising sun in the dark morning
the bloom of a lotus
the innocent joy behind an infant’s smile
the needed help from a stranger.

Child OCD, it’s a serious, but helpful condition.

Let me make clear that I am in no way undermining people who suffer from OCD, and I understand that maybe my child does not have OCD. With that said let me just point that when the kid wakes up in the morning and finishes his chichita (milk) he goes around my room, and his, and unplugs everything. When I say everything, I mean everything: the cellphone chargers, the steamer, the night lights, the monitor, and so on. Then he comes downstairs and after I finish using the microwave he switches off the¬†power strip¬† Then (no and then!), the funniest OCD thing he does is that as he runs across my house, if the guest bathroom door is open he will stop his fun and games and slam it shut, “Geez, woman, don’t you know how to shut this door?”

I guess I should be thanking him for saving me money and for being eco-friendly. So, thank you kid for putting the planet and Mama’s pocket into consideration.