Friday, March 30, 2012

Holding My Baby


Her breath her only movement
Her dark lashes brushing her cheeks
There is a sweetness to her smell
There is a warmth and my arms savor her weight
There is something so substantial
about a tiny baby
So much packed into that little being
A voice so loud
Eyes that take everything in
And a smile. . .ah that smile
That smile that melts all hearts
especially mine.

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