I hear you

In your room

In your little bed

Making noise,

Singing sounds,

Sighing

Stuttering

Sharing feelings

With garbled words

In the dark.

You remind me

To be grateful

For your lullabies

For slumber sounds

Because

You will be gone

Someday

When i least expect it.

You could be pulled

From my love

From my hand

Out of our grasp

At any moment.

Make them count,

Moments and memories.

They disappear,

Dust motes in the air,

Floating out of view.

I will miss you.