You are what they call a "joiner"
But this morning you were resistant.
When I saw you taking position
up on the second step,
In the midst of your gesturing
Palms cupping each other
Forming that pillow for your leaning head
You sang about that little Lord Jesus
who also laid down his sweet head
You looked out into the murky mass of grown-ups
to see me, holding another little baby,
Your face suddenly beamed with recognition.
And because you are mine
I not only read your lips but heard your little voice
ceasing your song to announce
MOMMY, I'M SINGING!!
and I understood what it was
to see the brightest star in the sky
and follow it
to be visited by an angel
and listen, stunned, not sure if a piece of divinity had come down
for a moment
and touched this earth.