Once I held you in the crook of my arm.
You would coo at me with eyes bright and full of wonder.
I remember holding you in the night wondering if you were even real.
Now I find your head reaches the crook of my arm as you stand beside me.
You laugh at me as your eyes dance with mischief.
I sneak in at night to whisper in your sleeping ear how much I love you.
All the while wondering if you are even real.
-M. E. InkOwl