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Friday
Feb222013

Eliana Sleeping

A blanket soft and pink
But cheeks pinker and softer still
Wisps of hair smell sweet around your forehead
You know I'm here somehow
And sigh a sigh-sigh-sigh that whispers peace
My baby girl
So little and so big  

 

Reader Comments (1)

Oh shoot. That "little and big" stage is so heartbreaking. Faith still goes there from time to time but mostly she is just "big" now and I miss what you're describing here. The verse is SO good. I can smell my kids' little heads as I read it.

February 23, 2013 | Unregistered CommenterMindee@ourfrontdoor

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