Hanging on a strand

Cradling you on my lap.

I feel your warm breath on me.

My favourite smell.

These days are slipping away.

Your legs stretch far beyond what my lap can contain.

Your weight pulls my arms down.

I regret that I didn’t enjoy you more.

I worried too much about dirty dishes and scattered toys.

Soon I won’t be able to hold you like this.

You want to be a man like your daddy

but I want to hold onto this sweet moment forever.

I will let go in time.

I will have to.

Now I hold on to you

as you hang on a strand,

balancing on the edge of dependence.