Working mom

I try to capture
the touch of your rose petals soft skin
on my cheek
but it doesn't stick

The sensation of your hug
moves
away with your attention span

Your laughter
resonates in
my ears get invaded by new sounds

Sweet baby smell so subtle so gentle,
it leaves my nose free.

I wave goodbye and think
you are so cute, I'd want to eat you.
(of course not)

My senses fail to take you along with me to work
but I watch your picture on my desk
all day

until we hug cheek to cheek again
and I remember what I've missed.