Last Sunday <br />I held you between my knees - <br />all freshly changed and milky. <br />Your butterfly eyes <br />flitted about the room, <br />while I sipped the sweetness <br />of your chubby face <br />burbling <br />before me. <br /> <br />Suddenly <br />those restless eyes <br />locked <br />onto mine, <br />and in a twinkling, <br />my eager smile was rewarded <br />with one of yours - <br />the first solely for me. <br /> <br />Dearest child, <br />The miracle of that smile <br />will linger long in my remembrance.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-smile/
