Slumber

I lay close to my two week old daughter, her nose three inches from mine.

I’ve left all agenda, priorities, tasks piled steep at the foot of the bed.

I watch with heavy eyelids as her sleeping face contorts into dozens of tiny expressions.

The pouty mouth

The quivering chin that precedes a cry

Her eyebrows raise, a hopeful look

They fall into a grimace, so concerned

She is busy in her slumber.

The face I recognize as “hungry”

And then the sun comes out.

Her sweetheart lips curl just slightly

One corner pulls up to reveal a smirk

Then inside out, a frown again

Her mouth opens and before me, a big gummy grin

I wonder what makes a smile so infectious.

And the foray begins again.

This is a rerun I could watch forever, and I stay for several encores until slumber wins me over too.

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over the MOON