and its worth it every minute

poetry

i spend hours with you
at a time
huddled
you know
on a cold wooden floor

watching you run back and forth
between me and an apparently
fascinating step
(or curb you insist on stepping on)

i hold you and entertain you
literally just watching

and this is my life now
hours and hours are not mine anymore
they’re yours

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