Daughter

Many sleepless nights,
I have spent being alone.
But now I have a daughter,
each and every night to hold.
I love her more than life,
more than anyone could know.
Besides another mother,
who has their own to hold.
She looks at we with wonder,
and sparkles in her eyes.
She knows not the creul hard world,
just flowers and butterflies.
She gives me innocence,
I once had lost along the way.
And for that I will always love her,
each and every single day.

*a poem about my daughters gifts to me

Blondie