Lyndsey's Phantasmagoria

I long for those fleeting few-and-far-between moments
where you are so tired that for a second there is a lapse
in your constant curiosity for the world
(which I am never the recipient of,
you have known me fully since pre-birth
there is no novelty in your mother)
and your new-found independence
(which delights me, i have always said that you
can do anything you set your mind to)
and you allow me to pick you up and
you lean in to me and I hold all of your weight
against me without a squirm or a struggle
and for just this second I am still needed.