This Child Poem by Dakota Hecht

a babies crys heard thruought the house
a creaky board starts to sound
a lil whispher can be heard
as a woman with her hair flowing in the breeze
starts to make her way to the baby
she holds the child to her so dearly
as the childs fingers reach
to touch the strands of hair
a smile reaches his face
she looks up only to see
that those eyes and smile shes come to love
hes satnding in the door way
watching her and smiling
as the the childs cries come to a halt
she rests the child down again
the child seems to reach
she comes to look up
she can see in his eyes
hes thinking
but she cant tell whats on his mind
she reaches for his grasp
and holds his hand so dear
his touch soothes it all
and shows whats in those eyes of his
there gaze says it all
as they watch the child
reaching out