I watch you,
My daughter, my little one,
Sleeping in the middle of the night,
The face of a toddler,
Dark, long lashes resting on your cheeks,
Mouth slightly agape, full lips sleep swollen.
Yes, the face of a toddler still,
Washed clean of makeup,
The worldly expressions of an adulthood
You were so eager to grasp, to snatch
As if it were the golden ring.
Now, at twenty-one, you’ve decided
I am not so bad.
Perhaps it was all a mother/daughter thing.
In the morning, I’ll wake you.
We’ll go about daily things.
But for now, for now,
I’ll watch my toddler sleeping.