Big or Small; May 2 2022

Eid Mubarak to all of you celebrating this day! I’m greeting May with complicated feelings, but I’m proud to say that I stuck to my goal of writing one poem for every day of April, and I want to share one of them with you!

I present to you:

Big or Small

You always seem to be the ideal size.

Just over six pounds

And softer than velvet,

You fit in the crook of one arm

But I always used two;

I thought it would be awkward

To cradle you once you grew,

Yet,

One year old and you were more solid

And I didn’t need to be so careful

But I still was.

Now, you were flawless,

Still designed for my arms.

Two years old changed you

But to my surprise

You managed to stay perfect

Which didn’t make sense

And was nonetheless true.

I didn’t have to carry you –

You preferred to walk most often

But when you asked to be held

Or carried or hugged

I thought,

Now you’re the right size.

No improvements can be made.

Now you’re three, nearly four,

And you wriggle and climb

Up my front,

Or my back,

And sit on my shoulders.

You flop on my chest,

You cling to my legs,

And you’re perfect,

The exact right size for cuddles

And all of those things

So I have to conclude

You always will be the ideal size.

And now, in addition to the poetry, we’ve got the next tiny installment of our story!

It seemed the moon rose in the span of one blink, and the silvery glow filtered down through the budding spring leaves. They concluded quickly that there was no trail to follow, and it was just as well – the night swallowed up the ground, and it was all they could do to avoid brambles and stones.

They wouldn’t be finding proper shelter. Not tonight.

Far too close by, a couple of howls bounced off the trees.