There is an ease that comes with this,
Your fragile head against my chest.
Your hair strewn wild and all about,
Your breath slow and steady from your tiny pout.
Your whole hand wrapped round just one finger,
The scent of your bath and candy mingle.
Little toes slid under my thigh,
You snuggle in my lap as I slowly sigh.
The days are long and battles wage,
Your youth against my presumed sage.
You are a fire, burning bold and bright,
You consume me whole when we fuss and fight.
By this time of day, I am but embers,
Barely a glow left to my cinders.
You warm yourself against my heart,
And rest yourself for the next day's start.
Our squabbles forgotten in the closing darkness,
We find our footing in our mutual tiredness.
One day you won't fit in my lap,
You'll be weary to cuddle close to nap.
Just know that when that day arrives,
My lap is yours as long as I am alive.
Lay your fragile head against my chest,
I'll still hold you close and let you rest.
Though we may not always get along,
My heartbeat can always be your favorite song.
So listen closely, crawl up close to me.
Wrap your hand around my finger and just let it all be.
I love the ease that comes with this,
I love your fragile head against my chest.
I love your wild hair strewn all about, too.
But most of all, I'll always love you.
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