Sleep stubborn eyes

Watch me as I spin a tale for her,

Hoping she would soon give up the fight

And let sleep take her.

 

Muddy, wet hands

Reach for my help as I find a wipe.

Those rosy cheeks caked in dirt

Are going to need a nice bath.

 

Quick feet take her ahead,

Looking from one dress to another

As we walk through the mall,

A small moment of easy attention

 

Giggles and smiles break through

As she curls her hair for a night with friends.

My own smile wins over as I listen,

Listening for my little girl.

 

And I will still find her

In the moments 

When curled up on the couch together,

Just to sit there.

Sometimes she’ll ask me for something,

Or tell me about her day, dreams, and fears.

But mostly we just sit there and enjoy

Being mother and daughter.