I've watched a thousand intimacies unfold
Effortlessly, without conscious thought.
Each a tiny whispering gift
Collected in tufts of hair, wax-thin nail beds, feathery lashes
And cached in a full, warm heart
Like a small mug of cocoa
Just his size
Comforting and nourishing him
For the thousands of choices and troubles and wonders
Yet to be pondered, endured, and beheld.
He breathes in family.
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