I wrote this poem about my daughter when she was still a little bitty thing. I posted it here way back in 2012, but that was a long time ago. I doubt that anyone will remember it.
It’s one of my favorites and I wrote my first poem at the age of 6. (I think it might have been about chocolate milk.)
This is a photo of me holding her when she was a month old. She was 5 weeks premature.
And now she’s 20 years old and in college.
Peaceful slumber holds her fast
Tiny eyelids flutter, dreams of childhood and joy
My darling, my love, my child
Innocence I wish to keep
In a bottle nice and safe
So nothing can ever harm her
Yet I know this is an impossible thing
I hold her delicate body, breathing in her scent
Love so deep I feel for this amazing child
That is a part of me
Yet a lingering fear that someday I know someone will make her cry
And that in a way, how she is at this moment will surely die
So I take her small hand and we walk together in the sunlight
I enjoy her as she is
Innocent and full of wonder