Like a cat or puppy wriggling in my arms
Soft cuddly and curious and warm
Wide eyes taking in every sight with glee
Such a wondrous thing that weighs on me
Twelve pounds of ignorance, joy, and delight
Noisily sleeping sans fear or fright
Each mundane occurrence is a surprise
Every light sparkles in her eyes
Twenty-three inches and not a lot to do
But sometimes crying the whole night thru
Yet every inch a miracle to me
Twelve pounds now, but soon a hundred three
I found this scrap of paper in January 2014 and polished the rough draft a bit. The scrap was dated Feb. 4, 2011.