THE SHAPE OF YOU

I'm sitting here trying to remember when the shape of you shifted from baby to little boy. I can see in the curves of your face the you I've always known. I feel an aching, for what I know will be the inevitable saying goodbye to the familiar parts of you. How to hold you tightly but openly all the same. How to let you grow and cherish your smallness at the same time. How to let the shape of you keep stretching and shifting to hold you as you grow into the you, you were made to be...