FicWad

Little child,
I hover over the small matress on which you lay
Watching as your tiny chest rises and falls
Air filling in and out of your developing lungs
You clutch your blanket
and hold it close
Finding protection in such a simple object
Your soft, round face is now calm and quiet
Only moments ago was this face filled with excitement and joy
I smile to myself at the innocence radiating off of you as you dream
Such purity in such a small source
Sleeping innocence.