Your first reach was a cry

Your eyes searching the room for me, and the way you’d relax when we locked

Your arms lifting up

My job then was to show you I’d pull you in


Now your reaching looks different, but it’s the same

Hitting your brother

Throwing a toy

Screaming out of nowhere

My job now is to show you that no matter what your behavior looks like, I will see the reaching.


Your reaching will change again

Maybe there will be a time where it will look like not reaching at all

I don’t really know

But if I had to guess

My job then will be to reach enough for the both of us

To rest in the knowledge that you know in your bones that you when you reach, I’ll pull you in