Treasure Island

Mickel Allen

(The Island of The Sun)

As She Sleeps


As she sleeps
I count tiny little fingers
I look at her feet
As she sleeps
I bask in the glory and wonder of her beauty
So soft and tender and chubby those cheeks
As she sleeps
I watch how she breathes oh how each breath when taken seems so unique.
As she sleeps
I can't help but wonder how a father could leave
a young one so innocent, so peaceful and meek.
Yet as I sit looking at her protected by sheets
I wonder what life for her later might be
All this I wonder as my beautiful, baby sleeps.

Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2012
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