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I smiled tender as they handed her to me

counting each finger and finding myself

mesmerized at just how small beautiful

could be.



She lay perfectly in my arms not fully aware

that her world had been disrupted bigger,

but she changed lives around her even

yet smaller.



It is hard to imagine a more lovely reflection

of sunlight than that which catches the

twinkling eyes of a newborn baby for the

first time.



And tonight, cradled beneath an aching moon.

I wonder how she is doing....where she is...

and if by chance she is whispering softly to the

same moon.



And I wonder, how it changed so quickly

fading from light to dark, from soft to harsh,

from daddy to somebody I used to know

back then.