Trip

Your blond head heavy on my thigh
Sleeping deeply in your baby way
In this rare, peaceful moment of time
I take a brief minute to pray

Lord, thank you this precious treasure
A gift much rarer than gold
This child’s value is too great to measure
Unlike a thing to be bought or sold

You grew in my womb
Creating you with God’s magic
A tiny egg in a dark tomb
An ancient, indescribable relic

I want to bottle up this sliver of time
Put it on like my favorite sweater
Beautiful enough to be a crime
Staring at you like a long lost letter

Babies don’t keep, they say
Cliche and sadly true
I find myself grasping anyway
I will try to let go when it’s due

The weight of that is mine to bear
A mystery for mothers alone
To grow you inside out
Knowing this time is on loan

Who you will one day be
Is both entirely & not at all
Up to me
God don’t let me fall.