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.