He sleeps.

Snuggled under quilts and cool sheets.

Tousled head on a pillow, soft with down.


We are the odd sort, the parents who keep our little ones

snuggled between us until late toddlerhood,

when, even then, they only fall asleep in the evening

on their own tiny mattresses,

and by the wee hours, have walked

sleepily, tumbling feet, stumbling headlong,

grasping the sheets, helped by a stronger hand,

climbing

into the familiar comfort

of Mama

of Daddy.



We hardly wake,

pulling them close,

wrapping an arm around their soft, warm little selves.

Their breath, even, slow,

warm on our shoulders,

lulling all of us.

We sleep.



Closeness,

So fleeting.

How many more years

until they no longer trip over their own feet

across the hall, into our bed?



So we snuggle.

Cuddling, close.

And I hold my own breath.



Knowing they must grow.

Must become men.

Strong and noble.



But wishing,

for time to stretch.

Never wanting it to end.



Sleep well, here, near, my little love.




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