
Memories are like little puddles of water,
I jump from one to the next with a splash.
My heart swells
as I hold you
so tightly
in my arms
This is
Love
I was
told that
I would
understand it
when I got
older, but I
didn’t believe
them
Until now.
Your sweet
little lashes
kiss your
soft doughy
cheeks, and I
pray…
I pray that you
that you will
be safe
I pray that
you will find
happiness
I pray that you
will feel
loved
I pray that you
will find
love
I pray that you
will be
wise
I pray that you
won’t feel
pain
But mostly
I pray that you
close those
relentless
dark eyes
staring back
at me
and
fall
asleep.
The picture is of my daughter when she was only a week old. They say, all babies have blue eyes, but my daughter had gray steely eyes — her eyes have since turned into a rich brown color, which is stunning against her blonde curls and tan skin. I will never forget all those lovely (and sometimes not so lovely) nights rocking her to sleep. I would think she was finally asleep only to look down and see her dark eyes intently staring back at me, so I would pray — just as I pray now for her and others who are dear to me.