Her little chest crushing
against mine, head bobbing
from my shoulders, eyes
peering this way-then that, she
stares in smiling intensity
at patterns indiscernible
to world weary eyes like mine.

A yawn escapes, she rests
her cheeks on my shoulders and
I get the goose bumps even
as she drifts, ever so gently,
into some languid sleep.

I rock her to and fro, sing
made up lullabies, walk
across to the  balcony, open
the faucet and the sudden hiss
of cold water startles
her awake; beaming, she breaks
into a smile so wide, this
everyday moment transforms
into surreal contentment.

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