a poem a day for a year #327

by Amy Turn Sharp


I could have climbed in the crib today
you dumpling dipped in honey
gooey love sticky sweet
your teeth little discotheques
slick with spit
flash when you smile up at me
I'm like holding myself back from jumping in
and never getting out
never letting you
ever
grow up
and then I pull you from your stillness
your giggle falls down back
there are so many perfect parts
to this life
how could we ever
count the ways