“Mom, I’m hungry”
Then you dashed to me,
With kisses on my cheeks,
With that warm liquid on my lips,
Your subtle hands around me,
Warm and safe,
Loved and rightly placed,
You know I need that
Even only cries I let,
And I burped my tummy,
You tucked to me to bed,
I’ll roll and roll over,
But you keep me close and closer,
And as this little arms wriggled less,
Adrift in the slumber of innocence,
You’re still awake,
Gazing my small lips and tiny hands,
A small being of your soul and blood,
With love beyond love,
With care beyond admiration
With assurance beyond promises,
That you’re in love,
With a tiny you.
