This is my favorite time-with-you of day,
These moments just after you wake
With the pink flush of sleep
Upon your cheeks
And the glisten of a tear
Caught in the round place
Beside your nose.
Your lashes bat away the light
That brightens blue your slumbered eyes
As you up-reach two dimpled hands
And sweetly call my name.
I pull your tiny frame up
Up into my arms and you
Golden-nestle softly tussled head
Upon my chest
And rest
Until the siren call of play
Sweetly beckons you away
And you scramble from my arms
To leave.