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
