Baby Cousin
She sleeps the sleep of angels,
eyelids fluttering
and breath blowing soft against the pillow.
I watch her sleeping,
silent, careful not to let the floor creak
so as not to wake her.
She’s so young, she knows no pain,
save for childhood scrapes
and bruised knees.
Weren’t we all like her once?
Weren’t we all so innocent,
so peaceful, with no cares in the world?
Back when the world was sweeter
and we thrived on sunshine
and early morning cartoons.
As I stand over her crib
and watch her chest rise and fall,
I feel truly blessed
to have someone so precious in my life.
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