But when she is a sleep and her face becomes soft and quiet, I put her cheek up to mine and smell her sweet milky breath, and for a moment she is that newborn baby.
Who in the dark of the hospital room at
midnight I clung to as if she was a little dolly. Scared and excited, healing from the wounds of her birth. It's the peaceful little face that I stared at as the sun came up the next morning.