Why? you ask, in gurgles and coos, through stretches and wiggles and dream-drenched yawns.
Well, I answer, in smiles and hums, through kisses and cuddles and heart-full hugs,
It’s your feathery duckling head, smelling like silk and serenity and baby girl secrets.
It’s your milky rosebud mouth, full of curiosity and bubbles and half-asleep giggles.
It’s your wise mirror-lake eyes, shining with newness and knowing and shy peek-a-boos.
It’s your squeaky kitten cry, resonating with innocence and milk-memory and heartfelt littleness.
It’s your soft blanket-wrapped snuggability, curled in my arms like marshmallows and puppy-love and a ball of dandelion fluff.
It’s your velvet honeybee breath,
Your dimpled button toes,
Your priceless sunbeam smile,
Your luminous butterfly soul.
That’s why, baby mine, that’s why.
Your fingers squeeze OK as you drift back to sleep, still and safe next to my skin. I love you too, Mommy mine.
See, now if those were pieces from a train wreck, they came out rather well.