New Born

I wrote this for a little soul who was far too young to understand what poetry even meant. I mean—what can I really expect from a six-month-old besides stealing hearts and falling asleep mid-giggle?

But maybe this poem was never meant for the present version of them.

Maybe one day, years from now, they will come across these words and realize how deeply they were loved long before they could remember it themselves. That they grew up surrounded by people who adored them so much, they tried to turn that love into something permanent.

Because sometimes, love looks like lullabies.

And sometimes, it looks like gifting someone a poem before they are even old enough to read it.