this afternoon
i am astonished by
the length of your limbs
as you sleep.

time marked by new
words and phrases,
all spoken in your tiny
but mighty voice.
new seasons of wind
and heat,
your sudden ability to
withstand the waves.

we are here
only a moment,
like the sand we form
into volcanoes to
watch dissolve
in the water
or better yet
watch crumble
under your feet.

some days we flow
like the river
without the rocks
some days are
more turbulent.

my hope is always
that you feel seen
even as my mind races
to make decisions
about dinner and
where in this big
beautiful world
we should call home.

we’ve just arrived,
i will say, in each
new country.
nothing is constant,
i will say, in each
new town.

your home will always be
your hand in mine,
your head on my shoulder,
you in my arms.

later, i will explain
to you
that you carry this
tremendous love
inside you.
home doesn’t come from
a place
a piece of land.

home is where
you came from
home is where
you will
go back to.

for now
those soft green hills
that crayola blue sky
this gold shimmering sea
provide the palate
of your second year.

these fleeting
but forever days
where i am in perpetual
awe of you
and you, my unwavering
reminder of all that is
and forever.

for all that is unending
there is another which
must be temporary.

save for one
for now
and until forever,
i will be your home.

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