What is happiness besides your next-door laughter and golden-haired arms holding onto my complicated soul? Your yearning for my entrance through the main door, your goal to seek my approval for unassigned art? Your demand to sit on my passenger seat regardless of all restrictions as a baby? As you dab to my music, we share a laugh and hold hands of the same size, regardless of our differing age. Closing your eyes as I drive to unknown destinations through ragged pathways, you entrust me with your life. What is happiness besides your closed eyes and open mouth, longing for a morsel from my hand? A morsel from my hand while the world calls me “untouchable”?
Your love has me returning to your palms as I seek my blood, sweat, and your newborn scent. I sit in awe on the floor as you grow ten inches within a second and yet, take a sincere moment to ask for permission upon every milestone. What else is happiness besides our fingers dipped in paint, intertwined within food trays, and washed under the same running water? There is no greater happiness than your eagerness to share with me- stories, blankets, and melted ice cream. I cherish the privilege to eat within your company for you are my inspiration- unblemished, stainless, and delicate. For you, I will walk backwards in time ensuring your moment was worthwhile. As I empty my pockets, God forbid I compare your worth with these coins.