I miss the weight of his head.
Sitting together, snuggled in everything soft,
his head, nuzzled in the crook of my arm.
Such a solid, sturdy weight.
His hair, fine and flyaway, with the smell of shampoo and new baby.
his head, nuzzled in the crook of my arm.
Such a solid, sturdy weight.
His hair, fine and flyaway, with the smell of shampoo and new baby.
I miss the tingling in my fingers from hours of snuggling.
My nerves numbing under the weight of him.
My trusty pins and needles, letting me know
he was still there with me, if only for a little while,
if only for a selfish need to have him close.
My little Rones:
Snuggle buddy extraordinaire.
Snuggle buddy extraordinaire.
I like to think the weight of you is light now
and you are running, running, running
somewhere bright and warm.
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