A Little Touch Of Heaven

Golden ringlets in her hair,
freckles on her nose,
cheeks all flushed from laughter
like petals from a rose.

Chubby little fingers at play
into everything,
finding joy in touching,
listening to all I sing.

Feet and toes always bare,
can't stand to wear a shoe.
Loves the feel of the carpet and grass
wet with morning dew.

Snuggles up in my arms at night,
tired from all the play.
Feels my kiss on her peach fuzzed brow
and in her own precious way

gives way to the night and falls asleep
with a quiet breathing sound.
I stand and gaze at her beauty
which to me is heaven, I've found.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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