Sweet, Sweet, Sweet

She stands, bending her knees slightly,
Bouncing lightly,
to the music
I downloaded for her benefit.

Songs that move me more than she'll ever know.
Songs of joy and love,
tunes that talk about simply joys--home, sunlight,
sleeping in the quiet of the night

I love her solemn, voluptuous earnestness,
Guiding her as she crawls and lurches
From one new experience to the next.

She plays, she learns, then she sleeps.
And I miss her until she wakes again.