To P.J. by Sonja Sanchez

if i cud ever write a
poem as beautiful as u
little 2/yr/old/brotha,
I wud laugh, jump, leap
up and touch the stars
cuz u be the poem i try for
each time i pick up a pen and paper.
u. and Morani and Mungube
our blue/blk/stars that
will shine on our lives and
makes us finally BE.
if i cud ever write a poem as beautiful
as u, little 2/yr/old/brotha,
poetry wud go out of bizness.

I've never known that I could ache so much with joy instead of pain.
This beautiful gift from my womb, from my husband, from my God.

I know don't deserve it - and to be honest I don't think I ever really understood grace before. All my life I have tried to be really good and obedient and there was always some part of me that thought I was worthy of all the good things in my life because of it. Not this. I can't explain this, and it shines the light on everything else I didn't deserve. It turns out that for me grace is two feet tall and smeared with oatmeal. Who knew?