1:02 am

Half pushed off the bed
I’ve got two inches of blanket, maybe three
The pillow’s been apprehended
My back the resting place for her knee
Half my size, she’s won the bed
The mother dutifully concedes
But under her chin hands are tucked so sweetly
And her skin smells like warm cookies
Discomfort is forgotten
Cause these moments won’t always be

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