Sleepy eyes struggling to stay open, one drooped closed the other still open a sliver. Baby lips that suckle even in slumber. The indescribable feel of newborn skin, as though it were invisible. A baby sigh.
A tickle and a giggle. A chubby hand fingering my finger in a quiet room before bed. A thumb stuffed into a mouth, soothing. The cry of “mama, mama!” demanding one more kiss before night.
By: Mel Jackson
