Your body rebels against me as I dress you.

Ani, I know that’s not you.
Your smile awakens to the sound of my “Good morning”.

Ani, I know that’s you.
Your awareness seems to dissipate into the air sometimes.

Ani, I know that’s not you.
I envy your total submission to the simple pleasure of a warm bath.
Ani, I know that’s you.
Precious is your image in my eyes.
Precious is your voice in my mind.
Precious is your presence in my heart.