Four

Today, you crawled into my lap for a cuddle

And I marked it

Because I’d realised earlier that I had forgotten the last time.

You don’t fit in anymore, like a squishy little ball

You are all sticky-outy elbows and knees and energy

Bumping into me as impatience to do propels you away again.

With one hand I want to launch you to fly, higher higher than I’ve been

And on the other I count the seconds.

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