You are too big to nap
So the midday light had forgotten your lidded eyes
Your upper lashes kissing your lower
The angel Gabriel descended to Our Lady.
You told me stories and I sang you songs.
I felt your scalp asking my collarbone for another one
So I sang it again
A holy sacred hymn
I learned from Elvis or the disney channel.
Your neck gave up on holding up your head.
Your eyes gave up on staring into mine.
Your lips gave up on fluttering along with the songs I sang since before you were born.
And the midday light beheld your angelic
Craft glitter and boogers and banana slime
Frozen for a perfect moment
On your sleeping face.
You are almost too big to nap.