The Never Normal

It is a game to him,
this ornament, a wooden star
spinning
on our four-foot take-down
decorated Christmas tree.

He taps with tips of hesitant,
going-on-two toddler fingers,
smiling…
enticed by the haze of motion
misting into winking lights.

I am his mother, told that
he should certainly be
speaking.
My child is smiling still;
his laughter clear communication.

It is a gift to me,
this Son, His spinning star
shining
over holy places in Bethlehem
and bright within our home.