some babies sleep all night.
your son was like that.
a sweet smile
on his thin lips.
his blonde hair.
his brown eyes closed.
the smell of his life
still with you.
the blue room,
the mobile above his crib.
you remember
feeling sad
for tomorrow. for him no
longer being this size,
innocent, safe
before the rest of the world
gets inside.
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
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