In the early morning you are still
We lie face to face
Your closed eye fitted to my cheek
Your small hand reaches around, grasping my neck
You press in
Cheek to cheek
Already my mind is on the work of the day:
Then your eyelashes flutter
I am summoned to the present
Have I ever felt another human’s eyelash rest on my cheek?
What intimacy is this- mother and child?