My Daughters Eyes
Several diapers later
and four months down the line,
I'm finally starting to understand
this beautiful child of mine.
Laughter in the mornings
as she waits for me to wake,
grumpy when she's tired
sometimes more than I can take.
Happy laying by herself
until mommy walks away,
whines for mommy to pick her up
when she no longer wants to play.
A smile that can just warm your heart
eyes that twinkle with delight,
the laugh and looks she'll give you
when she plans to stay up all night.
The face she makes when she gets mad
or how she cries when it's time to be fed,
the way she only wants her mommy
when it's time to go to bed.
All the little things here and there
make me pause and realize,
I feel the greatest joy in the world each day
when I look into my daughter's eyes.
and four months down the line,
I'm finally starting to understand
this beautiful child of mine.
Laughter in the mornings
as she waits for me to wake,
grumpy when she's tired
sometimes more than I can take.
Happy laying by herself
until mommy walks away,
whines for mommy to pick her up
when she no longer wants to play.
A smile that can just warm your heart
eyes that twinkle with delight,
the laugh and looks she'll give you
when she plans to stay up all night.
The face she makes when she gets mad
or how she cries when it's time to be fed,
the way she only wants her mommy
when it's time to go to bed.
All the little things here and there
make me pause and realize,
I feel the greatest joy in the world each day
when I look into my daughter's eyes.
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