Someone has taken my baby.

Someone has taken my baby.
I know, for I left him here just a moment ago
In his footie pajamas, his sweet mouth puckered
With droplets of milk, his eyes half closed in sleep,
His lips still nursing my breast not there.

Someone has taken my baby.
I know, for I just smoothed my hand over his
Peach fuzz head, pried his sweaty fingers from
My flesh, felt his sticky tree frog toes,
Breathed in his baby smell.

Someone has taken my baby.
I know, for I just laid him to bed, and when
I blinked, he was gone, and a boy lay in his place,
Legs stretched long and lean, arms dangling here and there,
Lashes laid dark upon his cheek.  The peach fuzz
Has moved from his head to his jaw, the belly
Now is sinewy muscle, not the sweet chub that I kissed
Over and over to the sound of bubbly delight.
His face is shadowed no longer by the nightlight, but by the
Man that he will be.

 Someone has taken my baby and left me with memory.

 6-28-2011