As She Sleeps Poem by Mickel Allen

As she sleeps
I count tiny little fingers
I look at her feet
As she sleeps
I bask in the glory and wonder of her beauty
So soft and tender and chubby those cheeks
As she sleeps
I watch how she breathes oh how each breath when taken seems so unique.
As she sleeps
I can't help but wonder how a father could leave
a young one so innocent, so peaceful and meek.
Yet as I sit looking at her protected by sheets
I wonder what life for her later might be
All this I wonder as my beautiful, baby sleeps.