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.
Slow Days, Small Feet 