This might be where I love you the most, here,
with your nose in the cupboard,
sniffing the maple syrup bottle and cocoa dust
Here, at 2:02 am, when I hear you stirring,
kissing my hand just because and I turn to you,
and you play asleep
And later, when you woke with a bellyache and
couldn't make it to the door
the wet on your face and your oil-spill eyes
When you jumped and broke the vase
and I scolded you for chewing the Winterberry
only to find that it was caught in your hair
I apologized.
Here.
I love you the most.
