I look at you, light shining from your gray-green eyes,
and I long to be a better person.
Your little hand snuggles closely in mine,
as you bow your head in prayer,
soft silky hair, shining in the moonlight,
and I swallow hard to dissolve
the lump that appears
in my throat.
Impish grin and freckled nose, missing front tooth,
you are indeed one of Godís miracles.
I brought you forth in blood and pain,
but it all disappeared into
absolute joy the minute I saw you.
You have given new life to a heart
that was withered,
you are my example of all that is good.
Selfishly, I wish I could hold back the hands of time,
and keep you at this moment,
Eight years old now, and growing so quickly,
soon you wonít need me as much.
I tiptoe in your room, brush your tousled hair
back from your brow, and kiss you while
you are sleeping.
Sweet dreams, little one.
You are the song of my heart.