Perfect Fit

Perfect Fit (a tentative title)

The blanket in which I once swaddled you
now no longer can enfold your body
The cap which once warmed your precious head
now seems more like a hat made for a doll.
Once I felt you moving inside me,
a reminder of the miracle within.
Once I held you for the very first time
captivated by your glory, in awe of life
(you gazed into my eyes so calmly
as we drank up each other's beauty)
I remember how you fit perfectly
into the crook of my arm
drunken with the sweetness of my milk
your rolling eyes proof of its euphoric trance.

I saved the blanket and the cap,
memories of tender moments past
Now you move about the world as I
commit your gait to memory to play it back
Years later I will still recall
with neverfading fondness & bittersweet nostalgia
how you ran to me, arms open wide
and smiling, just for a quick hug and kiss
(you lean into me and gaze up bright-eyed
as we drink up the comfort of each other's prescense)
Your body is not so tiny now, but still fits
snugly against the curves of mine as we drift