She leans on me sweet smelling
snuffling in my ear she nuzzles
my cheek and says, “Cuute.”
These spontaneous moments of
words show me that all is
right with the world in my house.
Sure, my boys are teenagers
They have “toddler brain” in
the worst possible way.
I, me, mine, now is the mantra
We, us, ours, soon is my response
Families can’t exist without each other.
Girlie, cups my chin with her little
hand, staring into my eyes she yells,
“Myyyy Mummy!” Kissing me “Mwah!”
Strong arms squeeze my shoulders,
no longer a twenty inch eight point five pounder
She grows everyday in more than one way.