"The sun is awake," he offers as he sits up to show me the not-anymore-pitch-black-horizon.
"See, Meme, it's a new day," he sings as he climbs in beside me and presses his warm-from-sleep feet into my warm-from-sleep legs.
I sigh
I realize
He's growing at break-neck speed.
He barely
Spoons into me these days.
I realize
He's growing at break-neck speed.
He barely
Spoons into me these days.
I sigh
With gratitude
He is with me
While his floors are redone.
With gratitude
He is with me
While his floors are redone.
It was not long ago
I was rocking his tiny self to sleep
After reading Snuggle Puppy.
I was rocking his tiny self to sleep
After reading Snuggle Puppy.
It was not long ago
He was climbing in and out of his cozy coupe.
Finding joy with Clifford in a box,
He was climbing in and out of his cozy coupe.
Finding joy with Clifford in a box,
It won't be long
Before he heads to kindergarten
Before he heads to kindergarten
I enjoy this moment.
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2 comments:
This is so tender. From the cold feet on warm legs, to “rocking his tiny self to sleep,” and all the precious memories captured in these words, I feel the love and the fear growing up brings w/ the passage of time.
Having a portion there but crossed out was so effective!
Great to capture this warm, warm moment in a sweet reflective poem.
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