one lucky motha

I love to sit and rock you
sweet little thing
I made from love
once forgotten
but your face
the ever reminder
of times spent
licking the dew
from aspens and
a carefree approach
to living and loving
and I care now more
than I ever thought
or knew I could
to watch your eyes
explode in energy
when you make a new
discovery
or see them peaceful
as you rest
a perfect picture
encompassing my heart
I would still love
to sit and cradle you
seems like no time
has really passed
only now when I try
your nine years of growth
make you stretch nearly
the length of me
and I marvel at how
amazing every second
has been a compilation
of my finest moments
still as fresh
as the first time
they let me hold you
and I was amazed
that I actually
got to take this doll home
such a wonder
a timeless reflection
that makes me forget
sometimes
that you are not
the once dependent baby
that I held, needing you
likely more than you
needed me
you are the most valid purpose
of all ranking in my life
to watch you springboard
into such an amazing girl
is sometimes difficult to grasp
because sometimes,
when I look at you
I still see the image
of a perfect chubby baby
with huge blue eyes
and a bush of thick fuzzy white hair
and perfect long little fingers
that wrapped around mine
barely able to hold on
and I forget that you
are changing faster
than I'd imagined
in to an even brighter light
that helps guide my way
to migrating through life
gaining skills
that make me
'one lucky motha'