a little something I wrote for my baby girl |
Big blue eyes sparkling In the glow of a nightlight, Filled with dreams of days Still to come in her young, Innocent, very precious, life. The sun has set. The moon Is now in charge of radiating The Earth. And the little girl Rests her long blonde curls Upon her pink pillowcase. “I’ll read you a story Daddy,” She pulls out an old favorite, A tale of a princess in a kingdom Faraway. “You like this one, Don’t you?” I nod in agreement. “Tell me a story Daddy. Just One before I sleep,” she begs. I spin up a tale of a princess, of Course, with sparkling blue eyes And a head of long blonde curls. “This story is about me right, Daddy? Because I’m your little Princess,” she catches on. “Of Course,” I reply with a smile and Continue my tale of the princess. “Another one, please? Just one More,” she says looking at me With sleepy eyes. “You shall Dream a tale better than any I can tell,” I assure the princess. “About a princess or a singer Or an actress or a dancer,” her Mind is calculating possibilities, “No, a teacher like you or a Mama or even a cheerleader.” “Close your eyes Bug and you Will see what faraway place You may visit tonight. Sleep Tight my little angel,” I pull her Blankets close and kiss her head. The moon shines through the Curtains on the sleeping girl With blonde curls who tonight Is visiting a faraway place that She can only dream of for now. |