My Darling Daughter

She gives dimpled smiles as she drifts off into a milky slumber, warm in my arms. A laugh escapes her lips and her face lights up - a glimpse of a little girl I'm yet to know. What mirth her dreams must bring.

The sweet wisps of her dainty dandelion lashes curl upwards, so delicate they might float away on a breeze. Her tufts of chestnut brown hair are as soft as an angel's wing on my fingertips. Her gentle sighing breath, a melody to my ears, a lullaby of life.

My sleeping beauty. 

My darling Everly Rose.