My heart hiccuped
as I gently opened your bedroom door
& beheld you sleeping
in the same position I had left you in 4 hrs ago…
Were you alright?
Just sleeping soundly,
finally “like a teenager”
even as I puzzled over how you COULD sleep
with the vacuum running downstairs…
I admired your long lean limbs,
the full curve of your sweet lips gently parted,
your tousled hair.
You took my hand & squeezed it
for a long tender moment
as you stretched into consciousness –
that meant the world to me.
I now understand those Victorian poets,
waxing rhapsodic about the merest touch,
feasting my eyes upon you on this,
our last day together for a while.
Mommy loves you more than I can say, mijo.
E.V. © 2015 Love Letters To Our Children