in your red little onesie
i could hug you forever
listen to you ramble through
bedtime stories
[jibberishjibberish]
(giggle here and there)
until we pass out on the floor
in an abyss of drunken abc's.
i'll fill up your sippy cup with
chocolate milk
until you smile mocha
and i'll dance around the room
[like a fool]
to make you laugh.
i'll lift you up and spin you around
[again! again!]
until you're dizzy and i'm dizzy
and we're dizzy, because
i just want to hear your hysterical shrieks
of pure
unadultured
JOY.
and your little red onesie
is so ridiculous
i could cry.
you smell of everything innocent
and pure.
yes
you smile and i remember
what i live for.
these precious moments
of happiness and
grace.
i'll tuck you in
and bundle you up
only to have you
get up
[to hug me]
i'll tuck all the covers in
(once again)
to your chin;
kiss your cheeks
and whisper of love.
cuz your red little onesie
is what happiness is made of.