This Is The Life

Your body is quiet, so soft and so warm
Your chubby legs are curled, foot rests on my arm
The curve of your lips are puckered like a kiss
Are gently drinking and you sigh in your bliss
Oh this vignette grows distant too fast
I wish to preserve this moment in glass


Today I might have been doing something "great"
I might have regularly had dinner at eight
I might have spent my money on purses or clothes
Or frequented all of the best Broadway shows
I might have traveled all over the World
But then I wouldn't have you, my sweet little girl.


Instead of laboring in the evolving work force
I labor for order, naps, obedience, and chores
I don't have glamorous dinners out late
Instead I eat at six, toast, bacon and eggs
I have not bought clothes, perhaps in years
I learn of most movies from the view of my peers


My precious baby, it's an honor to give
Every moment of the life I might have lived
To nurture and tend to your body and soul
You were that "something missing" that I didn't know
You undo me with your smiles and your charms
You overflow my heart, my mind, and my arms.

Rest peacefully now, my baby so sweet
Your dependant season is ever so brief
Mommy is battling off each little care
I'll clean all your diapers and soft wispy hair
I'll wipe your nose and all of your spit up
This is the life I would never give up.

(c.a.f. 3.24.2010)