My chubby source of snot 😪

My little miracle.
Rub a runny nose against my favorite blouse,
your tummy does more noises than a horse
and your diaper needs constant fumigating.

My bundle of joy.
Drool on my phone or drum it against a table,
your screams pierce through concrete walls
and your sticky hands grab everything they're able.

I'll take you to the moon and back,
just don't ask me why I am flat,
or comment me on my size of jeans.

I'll hold you higher than the sky,
just be patient with my memory,
and remember I wouldn't trade it.