Sunday, February 3, 2013

reaching for the stars

another day dawns on february three
my wee little baby, you’ll no longer be
growing up fast before our own eyes
if only time stood still, instead it flies

i remember your teeny fingers and toes
your dark, dark eyes and cute button nose
you would follow my voice around the room
knowing it so well from deep in the womb

with the blink of an eye, you have turned four
my wee little baby, you are no more
each and every day my love for you
abounds like your joy in all that you do

my dreams for you mirror your own
just as always, as you have grown
your love for life is an inspiration
no star is safe in that far constellation

1 comment:

  1. What a beautiful poem for a beautiful child. It is full of the joy this little munchkin brings into your life Meredith. xxoo