Poems for the Brave

Early Morning Dew

I hold you in my arms,
And encased in soft cotton against my tired and swollen breasts.
Innocence glows like a gentle sunrise from your little toes to your tiny face
And your nose is like a button,
Closed eyes like your father's;
Your hair is softer than a duckling's feather, and you're damp still from the bathwater.
For such a tiny thing you are so, so loved.
When you giggle, cry, sleep and when you laugh;
But there is no one who loves you as much as I do,
And as I gaze out the window at the tender morning dew,
And you gurgle in your sleep and wriggle a bit; a tender move,
I know what they say about a mother's love for her child, more than ever now...
That it really must be true.
And I will always love you, little darling, until the last time my eyes see that morning dew,
And maybe even after that too.