small stone redux #1
Every morning I go to wake you
Can I turn on the light?
You’re face down
curly head squirming
half under the pillow.
There’s the point in the blanket where
your toes are pointed in a stretch.
Good morning, baby.
You smile
knowing I’m about to reach you
I dust you with kisses all over
and now you’re laughing,
eyes still closed.
