Little one

I cradle you
smiling into your timid black eyes
melting into your pink cheeks
that cuddle near my bosom
dreaming about your future
as you yawn to grab a wink
palming your fingers close to your lips
as you hum a song you heard somewhere
I mediate on these moments
as you jolt me away from this silence
with a sudden howl
a wild one accompanied by a pleading
of a need or situation or reason
I am unable to understand
worrying you more as you find me
totally helpless in answering to your need
that’s when you babysit me
holding my palms closer to you
vaguely communicating the bird in the song
who has fled his nest has his little one
cupping his palms to mine
waiting to fly.

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