soft red cheek - 31/03/23

a quick simple little poem from bed at 3:23am

When our son's soft red cheek

is squashed

on your shoulder

and you carry him home,

lay him down on his bed,

we grow closer.

We grow closer

with every look,

in silent communication -

"That's our boy,"

"He's so clever,"

"He's growing up !"

We grow together.