I could forever watch you

sleep,
the way you sometimes smile,
as turns from left side to right,
accompanied by a deep sigh.

comb your hair,
easy strokes with a passed down brush,
face remembering your mother's patience
when she was but a teen.

cook,
each movement practiced and precise,
fresh ingredients whenever possible,
served warm with love and wisdom.

read,
a cup of tea stationed near
your right hand, each word
and sip inhaled with joy.

talk,
the way you savor phrases
on your tongue, how your cheeks
puff in and out as cradles every word.

smile,
as if you alone know the secret
of existence and want to tell
but would rather let everyone guess.