you are my best girl, mommy
my grandson tells my daughter. he is three and will never mean anything more in his whole life.
he plants his face in the mountain of her belly,
waiting for what happens next.
experienced grownups know change is bedrock;
the natural consequence of everything and everything after;
we thus turn the way of the world, common.
life breaks open in moments, known to you, his best girl,
as fervent. as pure. as declaration. as love.
There’s nothing more pure than a child’s love. ❤️