Time is cruel

As I sit and stroke your head,
My mind flips to things I could do instead-
Washing the dishes, sweeping the floor -
But still I sit for a minute more.

I frame your face,
I kiss your nose,
Count every finger,
Count all of your toes
For time is cruel and time is fast.
Soon this moment will be passed.

And I will sit and I will wish
I'd taken time to sit and kiss
Your little face,
Your button nose,
Each little finger
And your tiny toes.