I hold you and look into those sweet eyes.
Pinch me I think.
She is a part of me staring back.
innocent and beautiful.
Her hands so tiny and delicate.
Her skin so soft.
She’s wrapped in cloth and love.
I ponder the what if’s and what will become.
And I pray God grant me the wisdom to give you the very best.
A small smile I see with noises of comfort.
I begin to sing to her in joy.
Those known songs changed with my own words.
The joy and love.
For my sweet daugter
Tarali.