A poem for Ava...

I should go to bed, especially since it is Daylight Savings time tonight, which means I'll get an hour less sleep, so it's actually almost midnight, instead of 11pm.

But I can't sleep. The day feels too heavy on my limbs, too weighted on my mind. I need to let some words out, so I think I'll do it here.


She Sleeps

Your soft silky strands
on your puffy pink pillow
remind me of wheat fields
blowing in a summer breeze.
Your little luscious lips
pouting in the pitch-dark
part perfectly and you sigh
contentedly for only me to hear.
Sometimes I sit in silence
and watch you dream your dreams
and wonder if you know
how much I love your loveliness.
Your cheek feels like velvet
under my lips as I kiss you
and I hope you always feel
lively...lovely...lucky...
Loved