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Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Sweetness that is Hannah

Dimpled hands and chubby cheeks,
Soft wisps of hair tickling my chin,
Precious sweetness that is Hannah,
Nestled on my chest at peace with the world.

Bruises and scrapes have lost their sting
The dreams that settle in
Upon her as she sleeps
The magic milk has done its work -
 Now dribbling down her cheek.

And she is mine for this moment in time
to hold and kiss and stroke her hair.
I know she won't know these days occurred,
But I'll record it for her - someday, perhaps,
She'll read and remember as if she were there.


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