Baby Love

Your face is so soft, lit here by the moon;

No dusk-dark greys to dull your glow.

Big blue eyes, that hold a gaze so soft and pure,

A look full of awe.

Then I spy a tiny sole, with tiny toes

As you kick and push your foot free.

And a tiny fist with a firm, fast grip

Is lost in my palm.

No words, just a soft half-cry to tell me

You need me, or want me: my time, my love.

It’s all I need to wake me, make me

Rise and run to your side.