Your small, dark head fits into the hollow of my shoulder as perfectly as the day you were born.
Your thin arm lies across my chest
a delicate flower stem.
I am in love with so many things in this world
even the parts that are invisible.
But you, ah…
On our way home from the airport you said …
“Mommy, I’d love you even if you were a table.”
Your father laughed
but I knew exactly what you meant.
Tonight before you fell asleep,
my tiny purple violet, you said …
“I’d love you even if you were a crumb.” And I felt my heart break open like a robin’s egg.
“I love you more than you love me…”
and I stretch my arms out
until my hands hold
the edges of infinity.