I have three children, so you’d think I was used to it by now, but every time I have a small person in the house, I’m struck by how small and yet person-like they are – full-sized personalities packaged in such tiny non-verbal forms.
As I hold close your small sleeping body,
already I feel the ache of loss
For a time when I will no longer be allowed
to hold close your small sleeping body,
Mother-watching the dreams fleet across your face
Your self, so deeply real underneath my hands
This brief heartbeat while you are mine
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