Baby Poem

His hair lies in wisps across his forehead

Above long, dark eyelashes

Sleeping against chubby cheeks.

The pacifier ring swings with

The rhythm of the rocking chair,

While fat little hands caress

The silky soft blanket edging.

Daily duties beckon me,

But I’ll sit a little longer

Drinking in his preciousness

And weaving myself a memory.

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