I stared quietly at those tiny little eyes,
They were as clear as water dew - Well, those eyes were shut though,
Still, I'm amused.
I stroked gently on her rosy cheek,
In fear that I'd hurt her with my clumsy moves.
Oh my, she sleeps so soundly.
Ignoring the rustlings around her,
In the little world of her own.
I wonder what she would be dreaming about?
Food-milk?
Her parents and siblings perhaps?
Or maybe her aspirations for the future?
Oops! 8:30pm.
Time for me to go.
So, Goodnight Baby.
Have a sweet dream. :D
Jean