I could fill my days
just gazing on your face
watching you read,
listening to your prattle.
I take in every detail,
the way your eyes get all big
and then narrow in a flash,
your face a moving cinema reel,
expressions flitting across in rapid succession,
the art with which you roll your eyes
as you grow from 6 to 7
and become all knowing
yet still so endearing.
I cannot gaze on you enough,
cannot thank God enough
for the gift of you.
Everytime your face crumples,
I long to rush to your aid,
brandishing a sword
to cut away the elements that hurt you in any way,
be it homework or a bully.
I have to control my impulses,
tell myself to breathe
before I ask you to breathe,
to equip you to fight your own battles.
It's hard, when all I want
is to gather you into my arms
and hold you there,
close to my beating heart.
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just gazing on your face
watching you read
listen to your prattle.
I take in every detail
like I'm starved
noting your features and how they shift
the way your eyes get all big and then narrow in a flash
your face a moving cinema, expressions flitting across in rapid succession
and the art with which you roll your eyes as you grow from 6 to 7 and become all knowing yet sweet
I cannot gaze on you enough
cannot thank god enough for the gift of you
everytime your face crumples into tears i long to ride to your aid, brandishing a sword to cut away the elements that make you cry, be it homework or a bully.
I have to control my impulses,tell myself to breathe before I tell you to breathe and equip you to fight your own battles.
its hard when all i want is to gather you into my arms and hold you there, close to my beating heart