For 30 minutes

I left the dishes on the sink.

I left the tidying of toys and pencils and play dough.

I left the washing waiting to be sorted.

I lay down.

I watched.

I enjoyed.

Him.

He smiled.

He cooed.

He smiled some more.

He looked at me and didn't change focus.

His eyes smiled.

Then they grew tired.

Then they closed.

Then the light shone across his cheek,

and made his hair look so soft,

his eyelashes look so long,

and his lips look so delicate.

Asleep in perfection.