My Baby Girl and Me

It's three AM, they're all asleep,
and no one's here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth,
My baby girl and me.

Her little hand is feather light
Tucked up against my chin.
I hold her tiny hand in mine,
and stroke her baby skin.

The house about us creaks and groans,
The clock hands creep around.
She snuggles closer to me still,
And makes her baby sounds.

I love these quiet hours so much,
And cherish every one.
Store memories up inside my heart
For lonely nights to come.

All too soon she'll be grown up,
Her need for mama gone.
But until then I still have time
For kisses and for song.

Time for quiet hours like this
With her cuddled in my arms,
Where I wish she'd always stay
Protected, safe and warm.

And yet I know the day will come
When her tiny little hand,
will be bigger than my own.
She'll grow to be a woman.

But until then she's mine to love
With no one here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth,
My baby girl and me
 

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