feeling her soft, little hands lay upon my arm
her head gently pressed against my chest
hearing her breath, long, deep and slow
gazing at her precious little face, studying every feature to engrain in my memory forever
loving the feeling of her draped across me as I rock her, warm and copious
whispering sweet prayers in her ear, asking guradian angels to watch over her
loving every moment
a tear falls as I realize these moments are gifts and a victim of time
overwhelmed by the abundance of blessings
