I love the little moans you do
That we ascribe various meanings to
A little feed and light shines on your face
At 3 am it is my life’s saving grace
I love it when you sleep in my arms
It seems evidence of God’s alms
Your chest rises and falls with mine
Like life’s meaning that I was to find
You smell like milk, you smile like your dad
I become your bed,
bathroom and
home base
And love you in countless ways.
I’m supposed to be the one
To give you warmth,
your mom, your safe space
But how is it, I wonder, that you’re my sun?
HardBound Banter 