A dimpled little hand,
Lain atop my skin as if our bodies are still connected,
The warmth we generate is enough to coax the beginnings of sleep.
Deep breaths, and resting limbs, eyes that gently close. The inimitable comfort of falling asleep here.
The gentle rhythm of life, heart that beats inside my arms, what wonder there is in this glorious babe.
I touch that dimpled little hand,
As my lids grow heavy, my heart light,
Anchored in this fine embrace.