lazarus

i hold my son in my arms.
his little breath warms my collarbone;
the sound of rain soft in the background.
we are bound together in a silhouette hug:
shadows on the wall
show two heads nestled together.
tiny blonde hairs make his head soft
against my cheek.
i inhale his sweetness, exhale my love.
my heart swells to bursting
as i lay him down
and he is quiet, content.
peaceful.
indeed, the room is filled with peace.
my heart is filled with peace.