in parentheses

Don’t close your eyes please. I want to look at you more before you start to dream. I want to see you grow up and be an old lady walking by your side. No no, don’t cry. It’s just a kiss. There’ll be lotsa kisses in your life. But this one’s special because it’s from me on the day you were born. When you’re older you won’t even know it’s there but it will be, long past me, because it will go with you to the end. But then, will you even remember me? Will there be a face in a photo you can’t see? Or a woman in a dream you can’t know? Because they won’t tell you who I am. Because when they find me your mama’s sleeping they’ll say.