Tiny Bundles of Glory

by Carly Johnson

The smell of soft skin
pressed up against mine
The deep sigh of contentment
in the simplicity of sustenance

Chubby limbs, crawling away,
Hiding under a pillow-
A new discovery of delight.
Bright white teeth
Sharp and fresh
Give this tiny smile
New dimension

The cries in the night
Wondering why
When we sleep come?
How many hours on a stretch?
Four on a good night
Two at the least
But any feels nice

A season of life
A vapor
A breath
But oh, to breathe in the scent of it
And bask in its fleeting glory.