8 oct 2004

I hold the baby.
Her eyes open with surprise
When I touch my forehead to hers.
She burrows her head into the
Space between my shoulder and chest.
And we both gain comfort.

That locking secures us.
My feet stand,
But her natural act
Holds me up.

She edges out and looks at my face
Wanting more excitement or baby talk.
And so I lift her up above my head.
Again.
Again.
And then she squeals.
I smile.
I hold the baby.