The weight of her head on my chest,
As we lounge in a state of half-sleep.
Humming our favourite song.

The weight of his arms on my shoulders
While we stroll through busy streets.
Looking for the next bar.

The weight of their laughter,
Laughter that I caused,
Ringing through a full, warm house.

The weight of a child in your hands,
A gummy grin and a high-pitched squeal.
"Aunty" or  "mummy or "*****", don't drop me"

The weight I carry is not bearable,
It is, in fact, too much.
And while I have tried to flee from it,
What the mind forgets the body remembers.

So here I lay missing this;
The weight of her head on my chest,
Of his arms on my shoulders,
Of their laugh ringing in my mind,
Of little hands gripping my fingers.

I beg to carry that weight for a moment longer.
The weight of love.
This unbearably beautiful weight.
For a moment more.