Thursday, July 25, 2013

I'll Be There

Tonight when I kissed my baby boy asleep, his hair smelled like injera and berbere, the same way the tips of my fingers smell from feeding him gursha-style bites of dinner a few hours before.  I breathed deep this smell of rich Ethiopian spice and heard in the glow of his dark room at 11pm the refrain of my son singing "Look over your shoulder, honey...ooh!" from the song "I'll be there" by  Michael Jackson. 

I'll be there for you, honey. 


1 comment:

  1. Nice, honey. Wow. You an dI had a very similar summer!
    I can't tell you how happy I am that you and old Ed became friends. In these calmer days ahead, we'll be missing him together.