She peeked into the room lit dimly
And in tiptoes, she moved cautiously
Not wanting to wake up the baby
She stared at her ever so lovingly
Teary-eyed and overwhelmed with joy
For in this life, how can she be so lucky?
And she held her tiny fingers in her hand
Like jewels, they’re worth all the world’s money!
© F Aparici 06-24-2016