A Living Wedge

I had just finished working
And Phil came to give me a hug.
He called Isaiah to be in the middle
Of our hug sandwich,
And we all ended up lying on the bed
Where our son received kisses on both cheeks,
Protesting just enough for form’s sake.
We could tell he liked it.
We all laughed.

Not Caleb. He heard Isaiah’s summons
And came too. Apparently envious
That he was not the focus
Of the affection,
He first sat on Isaiah’s head,

Then, incredibly, figured out that if he
Put his feet at our head level and
Inched his way down,
Eventually he would be
Encircled in our arms,
A living wedge
To enrich our lives
And our affections.