I packed your crib away tonight.  Your tiny toe-head won’t be here to slumber anymore.

Filled a box with your toys.

Emptied 5 drawers of clothes.

I miss holding you against my chest while you twirled my hair, me patting gently on your back.

Your gibberish, that seemed such a genuine speech.  The conviction in your face when you were telling me, whatever it was.

I can at least thank God, for what I got.

Goodnight, bubs.  I miss you.