The Little One

A new subject that I tried to write about

There she rests

In her pink cradle.

Looking so innocent

Like an angel

Resting, unaware of all the goes on about.

The prettiest thing I ever saw.

A miraculous shine

A glow that never leaves her face

She rests

And she smiles

Dreaming of things

She wants

She needs

Dreams of farway fantasies

Will she ever know?

That she was my dream

My biggest dream

That came true before my eyes

Will she be able to know the extent

To which I have stored the love for her

In my heart

My shrunken heart

That just got so much bigger

Her lips, as they parted

To reveal a toothless smile

To reveal the most beautiful smile

They stretched my heart

Expanded the boundaries

 

Will she know me?

As a mother.

As a woman.

As me.

Because I'm all.

Yet right now.

I'm nothing

But a pair of eyes

Glued to that little one's face.

Resting

Smiling

Dreaming

Author's Note

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That utter all encompassing love that gushes from a mother when she sees her baby is a wonderful experience..captured nicely here...