I Lay and Watch by Jack Farquharson

I lay and watch,
As morning light plays across her face.
Asleep, all strains removed,
The child within peeks out.

These moments are golden,
Cherished for their brevity;
Broken as the day’s call beckons,
Forcing morns first flicker from her eyes.

As the curtains on her eyes are raised,
She sees my gaze,
And slowly smiles.

The next golden moment is born.

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