I woke up gasping
In the dead of the night
What was this steely grip
Around my neck
This leaden weight on my stomach
That awoke me from deep slumber?
I groped in the dark
And the steel turned to rose
Smooth as satin, soft as silk
It was my daughter’s baby arm
And the lead on my stomach
Her leg curled around me.
Her breath sweet tickled my chin.
The fresh smell of her skin
Pervaded my senses
Tender as baby cucumber
I smiled to myself
As I looked at her tranquil face
Innocent, serene, secure
I felt my heart swell with love
For this warm being that loved me,
Wanted me, and demanded
My attention even in sleep.
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