My Duty, My Daughter

by Blue-Stubby

A cherished moment.

Her breath comes light through delicate lips.
Resting secure in the peace of a pleasant dream.

Virtue emanates from her, feeding my spirit.
Sculpted innocence from God's finest clay.

Platinum locks meander over silk pillows.
Warm hazel eyes blanketed by elegant lids.

The silence is broken as I kiss her crown.
Clutching her quilt, she rolls to her side.

Sleep through the night my precious gift,
for all is well that surrounds you this eve...

and I am near.

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A brief and cherished moment that so many of us our fortunate to share, through our own children or the children of family and friends. The awe of responsibility contrasting the sense of peace... blessed irony. I hope this piece conveys emotional depth and stirs the reader by drawing them back to a similar memory.

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