“…Those little children still unborn have been created for bigger things: to love and to be loved.” ~Blessed Teresa of Calcutta
“Nigh-night…La-you…”
says the little one
to the big ones.
He does not
intend to settle
into his crib,
so he tucks
his sisters
and brother into bed
and makes them melt
for all his gooey sweetness.
In the living room
he crawls about
our bodies sprawled
in the chair, on the couch;
he declares, “Nose.”
when he touches
our noses,
“Eyes.” when he pokes
his finger across
our lids.
He reaches past
our book and tablet,
poking, with his pokey
fingers. It is
10:00. 10:30.
10:35. 10:45.
Enough.
When all else fails,
hug and be hugged.
We love
and are loved
by him.