Little Legs Dangling

I peek at my little boy

and realise

he’s no longer a baby.

👣

Sleeping peacefully,

his little legs hang

through his cot —

he’s grown too tall.

👣

Gone are the wakeful nights;

he surrenders to slumber now.

His language is flourishing.

I miss the cute way

he’d stumble on certain words.

👣

I can’t recall

the last time

I carried him up the stairs.

Racing full-speed ahead,

I gently remind him to

hold my hand.

👣

He still loves milk,

but no longer takes it

from a bottle.

Holding a sippy cup

proudly in two

small hands,

he drinks on his own.

👣

He’s starting to make

his own choices,

not all of them

needing his mum

by his side.

👣

But watching those

little legs dangling

out of the cot,

I realise

my little boy

will always be

my baby.