My days, ever-longer, with less time to spare
I hear naught but her song as it clings to the air
– A mist of Wonder I feel everywhere.
My breathing slows, though my heart still races…
A vacuum- this hold, our home now embraces
As our hands lower, I sew one in place…
The small gentleness of Hers, I trace
As all else settles and I lower my gaze.
In moments as these, my Saving Grace
Smiles wide, as though in parade
-The Hope in her eyes shining brightest this day
This instant enchantment- a blessing I fare,
Trembling a little with primal despair.
Each second that elapses too quick to compose
Encompass this child- my present, my rose.