With A Gentle Hand

So delicate she is... her skin as soft as a silkworm 
   That nose so small... that of a tiny two-hole button 
The hair- she wears, is as fine as a spider's web 
   Her vocabulary is but one word..."Ba-ba" - bottle
 ... What I hear is- "Da-da!           
Those ten little Indian toes smell wonderfully babyish
   Even after she went to the market! 
With a careful touch I hold her gracefully in my arms 
   and I watch her stunning emeraldlike eyes slowly close 
Then, as quietly and as delicately as I possibly can, 
   I raise her to my lips, and I plant a kiss lightly on her chubby cheeks 
I then, judiciously, with a gentle hand...
   rest her perfectly shaped head upon her mushy down pillow 
In a soothing voice I sing to her... "You Are My Sunshine" 
   Within seconds- just like that, she falls asleep 
She wears a wee genuine pretty smile... 
   And then magically, in her sleep
I hear her in her meek little voice 
   She speaks- And what I hear again are those...
marvelous, glorious, magnificent two-syllable words,
   "Da-da"

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