Last night, I was rocking Aidan to sleep in my arms. He was drinking his milk and clutching to his blankie and my hands were wrapped around his small, sweet body. Back and forth, we rocked, his head lying on my chest, my chin resting on his soft hair. On the far wall, I saw the shadow of his tiny foot on top of my leg. I can still see it now. The moment was soft and sweet and so was that shadow of our feet.
Blue eyes, you’ve got blue eyes
And you’re all that I need
We’ve got enough time
Let me take the lead
Blue eyes, you’ve got blue eyes
And the brightest smile
You’ve broken all ties
Let me hold you a while
Blue eyes, you’ve got blue eyes
And you make me dream
To you, I could never lie
You are all that I need
Blue eyes, you’ve got blue eyes
And live in destiny’s scene
For you, my heart flutters & flies
You are the sweet to my mean
…is like that wad of bubble gum that you step on 61st & Madison and you’re still trying to get it off your shoe 18 blocks later.
A tiny seed planted in the depth of nurturing soil
You soak up the warmth of the sun and the rain.
Stretching roots like legs when waking up in the morning
Standing tall, stems extend like arms towards the sky.
You grow from the flowery love that is always around you,
Poking bud above soil, like a nod of fresh air.
Breathe in deep and flourish, as purple bloom unfolds
Into a flush of flowery violet and unwrapped petals.
Swaying in the field, you bend with the breeze
Floating and flowing on the whim of the wind.
Open lanes, open roads
Broken story, full of holes
What will happen? Will it rain?
Pour all the way, break the pain
It’s not magic in the air
Static stars cling to hair
Twinkle twinkle – make it shine
It’s not a wish, not this time
Hardly close to the end
More to come, more to bend
This is the last way I want to go out
A scream that’s a whisper
The haunting sensation
That I may never hold your hand again
There’s always the chance – a second guess
Over 12 hours of flight
That all the memories I’ve been re-living
Will remain just that – a whisper
An inaudible voice inside my head
It’s another 8 hours
Before I get off this plane and pick you up
Hug & squeeze you longer than you’d like
I never had these thoughts before
Didn’t worry about a water landing
Now that you’re in the world
I can’t even listen to 3eb’s ballad while boarding
Gotta go to that happy place while we wait for take off
I’ve been on this vacation for a long time
16 days is a lifetime to a 14 month old
Will you remember my face?
Will you call for me by name?
Will you lift up your arms to be picked up?
Will my biggest fear be realized as you shy away?
I just have to wait
Wait for the flight to safely land
Wait to see your face
Just wait
Encino, I will miss you
And our Holdover-Monday-fun.
It is difficult to say goodbye
When all is said and done.
I remember my first day…
You were all surprisingly nice.
I reported to Joe Fasulo…
He gave me the best advice.
I can’t tell you how sad it makes me
To leave you high and dry.
How will you continue living?
Cary will surely die!
I’ve learned so much from all of you
And after four long years,
I hope you won’t forget me
Because that’s my biggest fear.
You’re like my second family
And you’ve made every business day
So much more enjoyable
Than these simple words can say.
Of all the WB discounts
That we can get through work,
Being a part of the Encino team
Was by far the greatest perk.
Copyright © 2011 N.E. Tasker
My bosoms are billowy
Like pillows for your sleepy head
My mammaries are abundant
Giving warm food for your grumbly tummy
My knockers are aloft
Creating a tepid valley for your baby face
My funbags are squishy
Like balloons, cushioning your fall
My gazongas are engorged
Reminding me they are really yours
Copyright © 2011 N.E. Tasker
I love my baby
Biscuits & gravy
He’s my baby boy
I love Aidan
When he is a-fadin’
He’s my sleepy boy
I love my rugrat
He is kinda fat
He’s my chubby boy
I love Aidan
Everyday he’s changin’
He’s my growing boy
I love my munchkin
When he is a-luncheon
He’s my hungry boy
I love my baby
Biscuits & gravy
He’s my baby boy
Copyright © 2011 N.E. Tasker
You’re curled up
Into a ball
Your bottom up in the air
Face on my chest
Squished into the sweetest
Open-mouth smile
All 11 pounds of you
Are weighing on me heavily
But I wouldn’t trade it for anything
You twitch and squirm
Sometimes you chuckle
Eyes fluttering as you dream
I never dreamed
I could love anything
As small as you
Copyright © 2011 N.E. Tasker
It is hard to foresee a Christmas wish in early September when thoughts
Are blocked by a cathedral’s gothic frame and flying buttresses.
Dark clouds quickly gather to suffocate the sky,
But we escape the pending rain and enter the abbey.
Names, dates and poems still etched clearly in stone walls
Render us speechless as we silently shuffle from room to room.
Before exiting the church, I donate a pound to the offering box;
Pick up a candle and borrow the blaze from an already flickering flame.
Rain and wind sneak in from behind, wicks of fire shake in unison;
I wish and I pray with eyes closed to be pregnant by Christmas.
Copyright © 2011 N.E. Tasker
Nothing open, nothing closed
Coming down the mountain
Nothing falling, nothing rising
Whipping through the air
Nothing tumbling, nothing swaying
Still–nothing moving
Nothing strapped, nothing hanging
Hold it down, thread it up
Nothing broken at the joint
Don’t grow up or strong or tall
Nothing rushing, nothing soaring
Through the stream or in the air
Nothing lost, nothing gained
Have everything, want for nothing
Copyright © 2010 N.E. Tasker
