Raven Poem by Heather Milks

She's everything I have.
She is all I need
with the smallest hands
so soft and sweet.
The perfect little tiny feet.

I'd pace a floor a million nights
to know she goes
to sleep just right.

I'll not sleep forever
to tell her I never
let her cry alone through the night.

She sings of the things
that I'm too grown to see
and she sings them to no one but me.

I spoil her rotten
yet she's sweet as cotton
and no one would ever say different.

She will always come first
no matter my thirst,
and I'd have it no other way.

She's perfectly round
and hardly a frown
has ever laid touch to her face.

Everyone wants her
but God gave me to her
And I'd gladly take my girls place.

So Lord let me keep her
I promise to teach her
to love and always have faith....