On Your Birthday Night
As you turn nine,my daughter, I seehow time stretches and shrinks,and becomes simply,that one moment. You are not a baby anymore,so why do I watch you sleep?Tiptoe in the middle of the night,to check your windowsAre they locked?So no one can take youfrom me,too. If there is no riseand fallof your chest, then my handgently,every so tenderly,touches […]