On Spaghetti and Squashing

our baby-hood spiral-swirls

throughout a lifetime, an indistinguishable

tangle of unfettered joy in each

immersive taste and sweetly

savored reverie

in review.  I fast forward

to your teen years, when photo

sharing is an opening of you

as a book – a shy overture

to a potential love interest,

or hilarity infused late night

carouse.  I envision the inevitable

toddler spaghetti-wearing snap;

and contemplate a multi-generational

montage, of the spaghetti head look.

Mommy and Daddy will shake

heads, bewildered at the time flight

from the days you squashed

yourself between them, always

assuming center stage

to the adolescent indifferent

half-hug – for public consumption.

Though I feel the tenacity

of all the embraces

in the cherished confines

of home.