Angel

Curled up with
little hands resting on me—

This doesn’t last forever.

Sweet tiny snores and whimpers,
lips pouted out—

This can’t last forever.

I pull my heart closer to my chest and
whisper “all my love” as I hold on tight—

This won’t last forever.

I swear for a minute
he smells like when he arrived in my arms.

Time is a thief
its limits, though, a gift—
it is through the promise of change
that we learn to live.

No, these moments will pass and
memory will paint me a grateful mom
but there is a constant and in this, I’m certain—

I love you and that, my Angel, is forever.
Shifting, changing but
constant and unwavering.