FIVE

rosy lips resting

i brush her brown hair back

from her sun kissed cheeks

i kiss her eyes closed

her child heart grows quieter

and i catch my breath again

who first made me mother

rests in my lap

i pick up her hand

and wonder for her days

the mother in me wanting

those dirt smudged toes

to stay young

i etch this common evening in my mind

over and over

every detail

so i won't miss a detail

when those dirt smudged toes

are grown......

Happy Birthday Sweet Pea!

-Mama