I hear a cry from the other room.
My body is certain this is the one thousandth time she has woken tonight.
I throw my legs over the edge of the bed and groan
I huff a small tantrum for the world to see my martyrdom.
There she is.
Pink cheeks glistening with big wet tears,
chubby fingers reaching for me,
gums crimson red with the burden of erupting teeth.
She knows of no other resting place but me.
And so we fall exhausted into one another.
She fits perfectly into the fleshy place she created on me
as we grew from one to two.
And as the moon filters though the blinds,
I silently promise to always be her soft place to land.