let me be irreplaceable for this stolen moment
and ignore even the sacred routines that get me through
let me sit here with your little hand on my chest
let me look at you while you are tiny and see God drawing your hair on with colored pencils
let me hear you sigh as you surrender to sleep and feel you relax against me
my noisy thoughts have no place here, go away bad dreams
butter biscuits, that’s your morning smell after a night of cuddling and nursing
you make me hungry for cast iron breakfasts and Mamaw’s sugared coffee
or coin sized ugly biscuits made from Bisquick with chocolate and salty ham
let me consume this moment even as time plays tug of war, our time together suspended from the ropes
and thank God
someday you will be irreplaceable to little hands
and I will be your ghost