I stop in a moment.
A breath frozen in time
I can’t help but glance your way
Smiling and thinking
You dream so peacefully
Curled up and content
Breaths, soft and untroubled
I wonder… of what do you dream of?
Is it of plucked notes on ivory keys?
Or, perhaps, of lazy days in sunbeams?
Do you sense my presence?
Watching over you in adoration
I may never know, little one
But I can smile and watch you rest.