when you're sound asleep
a rarity these busy days
you revert
back to your baby-self
arms in victory pose
hands in little fists
smacky grunting noises
i curl around your warm body
smell your neck
no more of that sweet milky scent
but sweet anyway
as i wake you up
gentle and slow even though it's monday
your arms wrap around my neck
can you carry me mommy?
yes my baby
yes.
