Soft baby skin against mine,
A giggle and a smile.
Whisper-shouting in my mind:
“Remember! Remember! Remember!”
So many moments like this forgotten.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years,
Remembered only in hazy, unspecific pictures.
Remembered like a sunset I must have seen because the sun sets every day.
Is it enough to know it happened?
To know it must have happened,
Rather than remembering like a picture?
They grow so fast
One day they are baby soft and two-teethed
And the next they are tall and slender and mostly grown.
I will keep shouting, “Remember! Remember!”
And hope that it works now and then.