One

This morning you chirped

“Pio, pio, pio”

and I came to your door

tap, tap, “Can I play?”

You smile with your four new teeth

and open your hand to me.

We play peek-a-boo

until your laughter becomes a sigh.

We sing “Los pollitos dicen,

pio, pio, pio”

until you yawn and rest

your cheek on my chest

and our separateness

disappears into sleep.

“Los pollitos dicen” in Spanish

means “The little chicks say.”