Elbows and Knees

You're all elbows and knees.
That's what your dad says as you lay, splayed out on our bed.
I think he gets the worst of it.
Your head is always burrowed into me, but dad?
He gets the knees and feet.
In the still darkness of my room,
you have shared with me your fears and thoughts.
I can't see you, but I hear your sweet voice,
it fills the darkness like a candle,
bouncing light all around me.
Talking in the dark,
you tell me that you feel safe with me.
And the truth is,
I feel safe with you too.
There's a joy in being wanted.
It feels like motherhood job security,
that you still want me around.
And in the dark,
in the stillness of your witching hour,
your dad gets the elbows and knees,
and I get your heart.