Tonight I looked in on your sleeping
I see you've grown a jaw
A gently sloping porcelain line
A tiny chin.
When did it emerge?
I don't remember a day that I noticed,
'O, your round baby's face
Has begun its jaw.'
Yet there it is.
I thought I noticed everything.
How softly you sleep
Unperturbed by your father and me
Talking outside by the fire
Talking of threats
of ISIS and the Middle East
Of history's threats to safety.
The Red Scare, barbarians, and the Cuban Missile Crisis
And the cockroach that may have alighted on our house.
Under your loft bed on my yoga mat
(which I don't use)
Your tiny bunny tucked in beside you so carefully.