I know she can hear my heart.
there’s a 100 things I need to do.
But I can’t let her down, put her down.
She cried for me from her sleep.
my back aches from her weight.
Her body is so small, but her need is the world.
I am the world.
She is the universe.
Her breath is full and makes my chest sweat against her cheek.
There is still 100 things to do and they all belong to her.
Her hair tickles the skin on my neck.
Hair that has never been cut, the same from the day she was born.
I am her nest, she is mine. My bird, and my home.
She can hear my heart, as I rock her in the dark.
My heart that beats for her.
My daughter, my love.