I lay with my baby, breathing him in.
Foreheads together, skin-to-skin.
The sweetest of breath, the gentlest of snores;
Long curling eyelashes, most perfect of pores.
Cherubic of mouth and a cute button nose,
Arm around my neck, tickling my leg with his toes.
I observed him quietly, in wonder and awe;
I tried to be objective but perfection I saw.
Dimpled knuckles and chubby knees,
I just wanted this momentÂ in time to freeze.
Feeling too hot and with my arm going numb
I lay still as a statue and stroked his hair with my thumb.
I didn’t move a muscle, although I needed a wee;
All I wanted was to lay there, just my boy and me.
A product of hubby and me but a person all of his own
I can’t believe he’s all mine; surely he’s only on loan?
How quickly the time’s flown, really, how can it be,
That my baby lying with me has already turned three?