Crown

Rocking you in my arms,
holding you and your bottle
I see your crown
and I ponder back
to a time almost to the hour
a year ago,
Cinco de Mayo,
when I first saw your crown
pushing forth from
your mother's womb.
Only an hour or so before,
your mother teasing me
because I tried to curl up
on a chair in the delivery room
to close my eyes
tired from the hours of waiting.
You took your time
arriving
and now a year later
your mother
takes hers
within both our hearts
so I hold you closer
as I know she would have done
on your first birthday.