Your little eager hand squeezes into my palm.
The inquiring fingers small and squashy.
You pull on my clothes to be lifted.
“Mummy, up. Mummy, cuggle.”
I must never forget.
You’re waking less at night.
I am grateful but there is a pang of sadness,
I know it means you’re growing up.
Our nighttime cuddles will end.
Always remember that I will be here for you. Forever.
I hope you never forget.
Copyright © Sophie Harrington (2013)