these days
each morning i lift you out of your crib
i can’t help but notice
you’re a little heavier
ounce by ounce
the slow creep is a constant hum
in the background of these days
each afternoon i rock you as you nurse
and you weigh down my arms
a little more
these days are
building your strength
and mine
each evening as i lay you down
kisses sprinkled upon your forehead
a body bigger than the day before
these arms ache
tired from the weight of it all
but still they cry out to start over again
these days help me prepare
for the one
when i’ll no longer be called on to hold you so close
instead i will be asked to use my new strong arms
to hold the burden of my worry
to hug you goodbye
to watch your life begin
as you head out on your own
yes, the weight of these days is inescapable.