Peacefully sleeping the baby lies,
Yawning sleepily, she softly sighs.
Sweetly dreaming in slumber deep,
As naught disturbs her quiet sleep.
Her silky hair forms a wispy crown,
'Round a sweet face as smooth as down.
Her fist lies nestled against her face,
Curled fingers by rosy cheeks are placed.
The rounded end of her tiny nose
The slightest bit of upturn shows.
Long lashes lie gently upon her cheeks,
Her tranquil face of happiness speaks.
Soft lips as pink as a blushing rose
Lie slightly parted in peaceful repose.
The perfect picture of innocence
Continuing to dream in contended bliss.
~Behold, children are a gift from the Lord, the fruit of the womb is His reward.~
Psalm 127:3
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