Twelfth Month With You

One year ago today, I met you. I saw your face. I held you. I fed you from my own body. I slept with you on my chest.

That year stretches for all of eternity.

That year feels like the blink of your brown eyes.

I have had you for no time at all.

I have had you for forever.

Maybe it is the wisdom of other children. The knowledge that most of my assumptions have been wrong. That everything is a phase. Nothing stays the same. I know better than to label you, though I desperately try to. I know better than to think that I have figured you out.

You are my sweet mystery. It will take your whole lifetime for me to learn you.

But I am your willing student, my dear Alamae James.

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