these are the moments

she nestles her head
squeezing between yours and the pillow
tunnelling into a cavern of care
somehow breathing
still 
refuge found

she brushes her shoulders against yours
comes round your side
leans back into
you her wall 
of stability wordlessly
fingers slip 
into yours not too old 
yet hopefully ever
a bond of strength

she gets her groove on
knees bending hands sturdying
sponge-like as your affectionate gaze fills her being
moving barely yet 
within your soul 
whirling joy

her eyes sparkle
mischievousness alights your attention 
her laugh bellows
with the exuberance 
of a lion discovering her roar
guttural real life 
abounds

she’s working on a list
putting Santa to shame
the day is coming you can’t miss it
no detail unturned nothing to chance
the unbearable build-up inevitably ends
sun up sun down you cherish every bit you can
celebrations matter

these are the moments
that make up our days
all is gift

Written by Scott Moore
Illustrated by Landon Wideman

Inspired June 2019