Sleeping Aidan

You’re curled up

Into a ball

Your bottom up in the air

Face on my chest

Squished into the sweetest

Open-mouth smile

All 11 pounds of you

Are weighing on me heavily

But I wouldn’t trade it for anything

You twitch and squirm

Sometimes you chuckle

Eyes fluttering as you dream

I never dreamed

I could love anything

As small as you


Copyright © 2011 N.E. Tasker


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One Response to “Sleeping Aidan”

  1. Aunt Lisa says:

    awe! that is the sweetest visual picture i’ve had all day! wish i could be near you as you mother my great nephew. how far you have come from my little niece who used to play secretary in the office alongside me. miss ya.

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