In Between
I watch your tiny fingers contentedly paint the air and stroke my chest
Our hands meet and move in unison and suddenly, vividly…I see you so many years from this moment
Your rosebud mouth tugs playfully while your legs splay and kick
With the promise of sleep lapping at your heels, you roll and sit and smile
I breathe in the milky warmth of your yawns, of your impossibly soft skin–
And know, this is perfection.
This is living
This is love
These moments in between day and night, wake and sleep, light and dark
My precious boy
I watch you sleeping now, your chest rising and falling in time with mine
Painfully grateful for this window of in between
For at least one of us it was love at first sight!