[Written Thursday night.]

This afternoon I
was given a trip back in
time with my sweet son.

I was able to
take part in something with him
not done for months now.

Today my Braden
laid on my chest, slumbering.
A nap on the couch.

Perhaps his butt-rash
made him need Momma Snuggles.
I had them to give.

We used to do that
every day at naptime,
when he was tiny.

He has taken naps
in his very own crib now
for over a year.

He’s such a big boy.
The time for naps together
has wittled away.

How I miss it now!
Even though I need the time
to get some things done.

Sometimes I need it
to stop my self from going
absolutely nuts.

But, oh! the sweet smell
of his soft little body
laying atop mine.

His back on my chest,
his head nestled on my neck;
his rhythmic breathing.

I would but forget
all about things to get done,
and gladly go nuts.

Sometimes all I need,
is to remember the way
my son makes me feel.