I had forgotten how peaceful you
used to look when you slept;
the way your arms flapped wide open;
how you clenched that tiny
hand around your thumb.
I had forgotten the way your little ears
tucked into that first knit cap;
the white one with the pink and blue thread throughout,
made for you with love by the hospital volunteers.
I had forgotten the way your lower lip,
so perfect and pink,
would sink in when your mouth was closed;
how you'd lift and readjust your head
until you found the perfect place to fall asleep.
To the anger and the loss and the hurt
I had forgotten so much;
until you reminded me.
You put this picture in front of me
and I remembered it all.