chloe

I hold in my arms
a gift
from you -
the end of one anxiety,
the start of a million more

sweet brown eyes
dark fluff of hair
a smile
as she catches my fingers

you kiss her small hand
and half of mine
i smile
as your lips
find mine

you brush my hair
away from my eyes
and I
swear I
could not love you more

as least till you, once again, smile

you've been my grace
support
love
and all

and the joy
of my heart
is increased by her yawn