Reach up to my face, tug at my hair
Pulling me closer to you
Breath like sour milk and ripened peach
Speaking in giggles and gurgles
A thousand kisses upon your chest
Taste like bitter almonds and soap.
Tenderly I scoop you into my arms
Protective, instinctive
And rest your head on my shoulder
Whispering rhymes and songs
My mother would sing to me as a child
Stroking silken hair on your tiny head
Full of thoughts of nothing
Smaller than the palm of my hand.
Soothing melodies, swaying
To music only I can hear
A box from long ago with twirling ballerina.
Folds of the softest flesh
Tiny toes a row of pink peas
On unused fragile feet
Eyes droop as you fight sleep
Your hands grip my back tightly
Primative grasp as old as time
Dwarfed in a land of giants
Outsized by rattle and bear
You're not alone or burden
My life is yours to share.
rating: 15
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