just one more minute
Please, just one more minute
of rocking in our chair.
Please stop growing up so fast and getting too big to curl up on my shoulder.
Just one more minute of tiny baby snuggles
Coos and chirps as you sleepily cuddle on my chest
Drifting off to the sound of my singing.
Just one more minute of being unable to crawl, being nine months old (barely almost), your tooth not fully in, your wiggling and giggling when I say “oh no!” and we make a mess of sweet potato puree on the floor.
One more moment of clapping hands, of chewing on Tupperware lids, of being content to sit and play by yourself with your touch and feel books while I watch you explore.
Just one more minute of 9-12 month pajamas even though the zippers and snaps and magnets barely fit over your chubby thighs and you resemble a little sausage casing.
Please, just one more minute of