Night studies

When on my chest his weary head fallsbaby jaden sleeping
and his contented finger-suck slows,
I know.
When his sweet cooing fades away and
his loving eyes look up just once more,
I know.
When in my arms he has complete faith
and trusts to sleep he can surrender,
I know.
At night, I learn what I could not learn
before: how much my father loved me.