I look at you the way a mother looks at her infant–
Your simple, mindless motions of tossing and giggling
As foolish as my reflection on hope for happiness,
but I continue doing so
with your smile as my start up engine,
Driving me to fulfill my wishes.
You were hopelessly made to be my everlasting entertainment.
Never has this hit me as hard as it has,
wanting to keep you in plain sight
like a precious artifact displayed for years to come.
Do such silliness as you please,
because I, your mother, will love every second,
admiring every idea of your existence in my life.
Forgive my candidness,
but I am scared.
I will lose you,
my safety net of a child.