Reach out

They’re for a time when the rolls have stretched, and the folds have smoothed. For when those lips spill words, and those kicking legs run. For when their fingers no longer wrap around yours.

They’re for a time when your home feels hollow. For when the colourful clutter has gone, and your pillow feels empty. For when things get done without helping hands.

They’re for a time when your memory fades. For when this version of them is lost, and all you have of them are these.

So scoop them up, breathe them in. Hold them for a little while longer.

But not for today, for tomorrow.

For the days when you’d give anything to come back here.