Was the old toaster oven
Unplugged,
Standing at the coffee table,
Face serious with
Intent pleasure of exploration,
We got a sense
Of how he would look
Years later, reading Chaucer or
Designing a system of
Sea walls and sluices
For a coastal city.
Now and then,
Delighted laughter
Opened his mouth, wide,
showing the first early teeth.
This was even better
Than the clash of pots under the kitchen counter,
the Kleenex box with its endless banners
Drawn forth and floated
On the whimsical air.
Open, close, clang of catch,
Rattle of pull-out racks,
Stuffing crumpled wrapping paper,
Crackling, full,
Pulling it noisily out,
And stuffing again
While we
Talked over his head,
Smiled to see him
So engrossed
Used this time of intent
Distraction to address more adult interest,
For a moment,
Then
Returned to our wonder
At this apple of our eyes
All the while,
The shiny,
New, plastic extravaganza
Of toys
The latest books,
The art work, clothing and other
Costly gifts of the day
Languished
On the sunlit floor.
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