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Michelle's Creative Outlet

Tucked up softly in her bed,

Lay little girl with golden head.

Upon her cheeks her lashes spread,

While on to dreamers' land she sped,

In deepest, sweetest slumber.

The moonlight spilled upon her face,

The dappled light adorned like lace,

'Til mother drew o're window case,

The curtains back into their place,

To guard her daughter's slumber.

Then mother paused to softly sit,

While still her daughter dreamed a bit,

Her face with tender smile was lit,

To see the wonderous sight of it,

Her daughter's peaceful slumber.

Michelle Pennington

originally composed for my mom,

revision inspired by baby Caroline