Why I Love My Job
For Tiny Aaron
On my shoulder
the solid weight of you.
On my cheek
the touch of a tiny wisp of hair.
In my hand
the loose round ball of your head.
On my hip
your little limp legs.
In the crook of my arm
your baby powder bottom.
On my shoulder
your soft mouth sucking on my skin.
In my ears
contented sighs and gurgles.
Across my neck
the rhythmic pulse of featherlight breath.
As you lay across me in slumber,
we rock us off to sleep.
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