You are my last baby

 You are my last baby

but I still rock you a little longer
linger at the door a little more
kiss your fingers like they’re still tiny
and breathe in the way your hair smells after a bath

Because I know this is the last time I’ll do it all

The last baby I’ll carry on my hip
The last crib I’ll take down
The last little voice that calls me “mama” with that baby lisp

I’m soaking in the late nights
the sleepy snuggles
the toys underfoot
the never-ending snacks
the chaos and the calm
Because I know it won’t last forever

And even when I’m exhausted
even when I count the hours to bedtime
I remind myself
this is it

You are my last baby
and loving you feels like holding on
while learning how to let go at the same time.

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