When he's gone

There's silence when the baby leaves the car:
His "ooo"-ING and "oh"-ING
And laughing and " I know"-ING
Leave deafening silence when he's gone.

And then reality hits so hard:
The day begins to take shape.
Work becomes a real possibility
Fun freedom is left at the door-

To his daycare where he will go on to spread joy-
I see the blue eyes sparkling in my baby boy.
As he sits down to talk with his friends:
Friends! He connects and interacts,
The evolution of his life never ends-

How he imagines and plays and it seems just yesterday-
That I held him in my arms-
And he looked up at me-
With tiny, alien black eyes like night
And I had the first day,
The best day,
For the rest of my life.