softly

 Your sweet and squishy forehead, pressed firm against my lips,

A lullaby murmured to you as we rock, swaying my hips.

The whisps of your sweet baby hair, tickling my nose;

Your hands, at rest upon my chest, curled up in fists, all closed.

The weight of your existence, slumped heavy in my arms;

The world stopped existing, it's just you and all your charms.

It's time to lay you down now, your eyelashes on your cheeks,

But time stands still and babe I swear, I could hold you like this for weeks.

I lay you softly in your bed, whispering "I love you's",

Your breathing, calm and steady, comforts me as well as you.

Knowing you're my last makes this a sweeter time somehow,

each day a measured number of sweet kisses on your brow.

Not a day shall pass when I don't know how blessed I am by you;

Your love for me, so full, complete, same as I have for you.

And so my boy, my precious babe, as the years do pass us by,

I want you to know I'll miss this time and please don't worry if I cry.

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Poem by yours truly,

Photography by kori sutton