Sleep Wrinkles

As your head rests upon my chest
I wish I might keep you here forever
Small and innocent
And I wonder if my father ever felt this feeling

I can’t paint an image of my tiny head
Hand in my mouth
Sleeping peacefully in his arms

Will you remember
the feeling of your cheek
impressed upon my bicep?
Or will the memories
fade like sleep wrinkles
on your face?

If some day you find yourself awake at night
with your son’s arm across your chest
his hand gripping your shirt
Longing to hold that moment forever
I hope you know I’ve felt it too