Her head rests on my shoulder and her little fingers grip my sleeves. She might rub her eyes with those same fingers, and let out a sigh even though she has no real pressing concerns. She's completely dependent on me, I am the source of her warmth and her safety. I am almost a stranger yet she's perfectly quiet and is content to just let me continue to hold her. I rub her back, hoping to maintain the calm. But I think that she's the one who calms me.
Not poetry. Hold a baby in your arms and you will know.
awww...you're such a good babysitter :o) children are such a wonderful gift from God
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