Tiny hands and soft feet,
Eyelashes fluttering
Like butterfly wings,
And yawns stopped dead with a pacifier.
Stroking slippery curls with my hands
And steady breaths
Slowing.
I whisper the last line of the story
And her smooth cheek
Settles on my shoulder,
And the eyelashes flutter shut
As we rock to sleep.
Eyelashes fluttering
Like butterfly wings,
And yawns stopped dead with a pacifier.
Stroking slippery curls with my hands
And steady breaths
Slowing.
I whisper the last line of the story
And her smooth cheek
Settles on my shoulder,
And the eyelashes flutter shut
As we rock to sleep.
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