My Lil' Mrs.

She sleeps at my breast, as I type this
one handed
sometimes her hand flies up to check
and then forgets
as she fits back into sleep.
She drinks in my thoughts,
and my love with such hunger.
Like a fish, she swims through me.
Like a dragon she watches me, sometimes with sleeping unclosed eyes.
Astounding me with power, with colour, with her passion for life.
Just barely six months she jokes with me,
she heckles me, and prods me to improve.
She thanks me and trusts me. How I dread to let her down.
So I promise her, and I apologize.
And I beseech her with every fibre of my being.
And she waits patiently for me.
now she types; fbnh nhb m bvggh