I lift her up and hold her close.
She is whole, complete and complex
building herself piece by piece, taste and touch
every cuddle, every kiss
every curious look and every tear wiped away.
I lift her up and hold her close
She nibbles my shoulder, resting
a tiny hand on my chin
She smells of soap and milk
skin warm, soft and smooth
like velvet ribbon on my fingertips.
She looks at me, as if to memorize
and I, unable to resist
pepper her with kisses
until her whole body smiles
mouth, eyes, and a happy little wiggle.