07/27/2026
A Love Poem for My Georgie Girl
My favorite thing to do after nursing you to sleep,
which often soothes you too
whenever you stir,
is to hold your tiny hand
and put my forehead right against yours,
feeling your soft skin against mine,
smelling the sweet and sour smell of your breath,
made of the milk that flowed from my body into yours
and back into mine as I inhale your every exhale,
hearing the quiet snoring and soft sighs while you slumber peacefully in my arms,
safe, close, comforted, and soothed
by the same biological connection that soothes my mama heart.
A full sensory experience,
I take it all in
knowing this closeness,
this intimacy,
this intense and unique connection,
is fleeting
and is only ours
and will soon be gone.
I of course, take all the pictures too, attempting to capture this feeling,
and I will look back at them fondly
just as I do the similar pictures of your brother and sister.
But this.
This connection.
This sweet and tender assault on my senses.
I’ll savor it until it’s gone.
My last child.
My last baby.
I love you my Georgie girl.
xo, Daniele