I carry her
As she gets heavier
And my heart gets
Even heavier.
I hold her
Tightly and close,
Knowing that I don’t have
Enough time left.
Her rhythmic breaths
Her familiar scent
Her soft curls under my chin
Her head tucked in my shoulder
Her tiny body clinging to me
Someday
I no longer will carry her body
But in place I will carry
Her fears
Her worries
Her dreams
And when that day comes,
I pray I do it right.
Because the weight of carrying her heart
Won’t compare to the weight of her body right now.
But until then,
I’ll enjoy
The long nights
The midnight blur
The aching back
Feet pacing the floor
Because looking back,
My heart will ache and
I know I’ll wish to
Hold her body close
One moment more.
