I've knelt to hug him

When he was a babe I held him in my arms
head on my shoulder
eyes connected
his sweet breath warming the nape of my neck

As he has grown I've always knelt to hug him
to embrace with his fullness
to have his head on my shoulder
his breath, still sweet, warming me

This morning I noticed that I kneel less now
because when we hug, his sweet cheek is pressed against my heart
and somehow, my heart centers us
and my love pours through.