Hawkeye’s Ode.

Hawkeye.

Every time you laugh,

I know you mean it.

Your eyes are searching

and your hand resting on my shoulder is a blessing to my core.

Being your momma is a treasure

and an honor

and as often as you jump and hop and flit and wander off

is as often as I think about how blessed and full you have made my life.

Like sunshine, you are to me.

Like warm tea on a cool evening.

Like a good gift.

Like a rainy morning when you get to sleep late and lounge all day.

Like light.

Like flowers on a mountainside.

You are all joy.