poetry, writing

Nap Time

Walk gently past her, trying not to disturb.

She hears the movement still and

Raises her sleepy little head.

A soft touch on her forehead

Elicits a tender little blink of her blue eyes,

Then she settles back down for more sleep.

Tiptoeing away, I look back and smile.

Sweet dreams little one.

Sweet dreams indeed.

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