I held you
In the palm of my hand
Sweet little thing
Pink-tongued vulnerable
Stumbling our way
Through the dance of life
Afraid, awkward– looking forward
Glancing back.
Our place at day’s end
Together around a book
You leaned on me
With deep-throated contentment
I held you
In the curve of my lap
Until your limbs went heavy
And the essence of you
Floated to wherever
Good spirits go