Eleven

It sounds like
a big number,
especially when
referring to
cars
skyscrapers
or jet planes.
Eleven dollars
is a fortune
when you're
five,
and eleven
ipods could keep
a whole class
of teenagers
content.
But when I
think of the fact
that you are
eleven
my son,
I see your
adorable face.
I recall your
endless cuddles,
your love for
stories,
and your
seasonal
need for me
to blow on
your cold hands.
I can't shake
the smell of
shampoo on
your freshly
bathed head.
Or your
quivering body
when you
weep after a
spider sighting.
I know
eleven
sounds big,
but in my heart
Yummy*,
you'll always
be small.

Sally

*Liam's nickname