She was the prettiest thing I have ever seen,
Soft black hair topping her fair skin and blue eyes,
Looking at me with all the trust and love in the world,
Mommy, you’re my everything.
I had left her in a room alone,
Panicked when I knew it.
Rushed to grab her, hold her, kiss, tender,
When he helped me find her, we showed his dad.
Then, I woke up from the dream, tender and in love
She looked at me with those eyes, prettiest thing in the world,
What could I ever name her to capture those eyes and that hair?
Not a single name could ever cut it,
Not for that little beauty in my arms.