That Little Face

That little face
Impish, childish grace
That growing sense of self
The words you use
The toys you chose
To play with

Your little hand in mine
Those sweet kisses at bedtime
The smell of your hair
How you ask for me at night
And how you hug me tight

How you steal my iPad
You playing with your dog
Sleeping like a log
This is true love
This is ‘give my life’ for you
Can’t be without you
love

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