I wrote this haiku today while nursing Hayden.

His tiny palms are
the perfect size for catching
my tender kisses

There was a debate over whether it should be ‘my tender kisses’ or ‘Mom’s tender kisses.’ I like the personal touch of ‘my,’ but I wouldn’t want it to be construed the wrong way.

They are, by the way. His pudgy little palms are just the size of my pursed lips. I kiss his hands when he reaches up for my face.

I hope I don’t get him sick!

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