I tiptoe into your rooms and sit on the edge of your bed; better even than leaning over the rail of your crib.
Planting kisses on your cheeks, ruffling your hair and breathing whispered prayers for all of the things that I forgot in the rush of life.
Tears slip across the bridge of my nose more often than not. Because I can’t bear the thought of a day when I can’t tiptoe in anymore and kiss your cheeks, ruffle your hair and breathe whispered prayers.
My love is so deep that it cuts my heart into a million pieces.
I soak it all in. It may be the only time each day that I stop and let the emotion surface. Just for a moment or I would surely give permission for fear to visit. And I won’t.
But every night peace sweeps in. And while you rest my heart aches for more nights like these.