I love her and
Wash sheets for
Her perfect soft bed
Pile blankets on
Her small body when
She is sleeping but

Not too many, feed
Her spoons of mashed
Food and vitamins
Bring her close for warmth
Wipe her small mouth
Its amazing smile

Her little hands
Learning to clap, I am
Ecstatic and silly, it
Does not even matter
When she reaches
Incessantly to be

Lifted from her bed
Spits up, turns her head,
Tries jumping from her
High chair or wriggles away
Still I am shocked when
At some point

I cry out
A deep primordial cry
- I beneath this I -
Efforts falling heavy
On tired shoulders

Until
In a single breath
Steps in some One
More patient
More loving than I.