Her brow furrows in sleep
And a whimper escapes her pursed lips
My darling, in infant nightmare
What images terrify the mind of innocence
My arms extend, protectively encasing her
In age old uncondentional love
Until at last, baby sweet breathe tickles my face
As she sighs contentedly, I sigh blissfully
My heart and life in tiny, chubby hands.
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