My Baby Girl

So innocent and sweet, perfection could not come close Your tiny lips form a big yawn and I can’t help but to think, Why would the gods grant me with such a blessing as her? What did I do to deserve this angel wrapped in pink? No good deed seems deserving enough of her love Her tiny hand grasps my finger and I am complete I am consumed by her remarkably beautiful presence From the top of her downy head to the tiny toes on her feet. I have never felt a need to protect something so fiercely To prevent her from ever feeling any kind of pain. From the moment I felt her growing inside of me I have been profoundly changed. All I can think about is making certain she knows what she is A treasure of unsurpassable worth. And to fill her with the esteem she needs to face the world, And that no mother was happier than I at her birth. My dreams are of walking beside her hand in hand Sharing in all her hopes and adventures But I will happy if the only thing I ever do Is succeed in showing her just how much I love her.