My Favourite Hour

To remember the precious early days of my sweet girl's life.

By .Published 5 years ago • 1 min read

Up at seven

Awaken to your smile

We just lay and you coo for a while

You stare and smile at the ceiling like it’s the most magnificent thing

In the mornings

You love when I sing.

Up we get and open the blinds

You love saying good morning to the sunshine

Lay you down for a clean bum

I can see your eyes saying

yes that's better

thank you mum.

We sit on the couch and snuggle up tight

Fill your tummy up with milk

you’re hungry from the night.

I feel your soft skin and smell your hair

There is not a single place that I would rather be

Nope

Not anywhere.

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