My Dearest Doll

I deserve less than the joy I find, in being the mom of a smile divine,
His 'aye's and 'ooo's make me dance and prance for reasons I could never find.

Cushioned up against my arm, I could find none better to hold,

The comfort we find in each other's warmth brings joy of which can hardly be told.

I love to wake only to find him snug in my arm and on my mind,
We talk a language just we seem to know,
We share a space no one can go.
To my surprise, I have found myself with time now, much better spent,

Living each moment knowing that it will pass but with a lasting stamp.