Anything at all

I smile upon your sleeping face.
Sweep the little bit of hair resting on your brow.
Sign a cross for protection on your forehead.
Whisper I love you, softly into your ear.
You smile.
Your feverish little eyes open.
Awake just enough to whisper “Mama.”
I can’t help but smile back at you.
Knowing all the late hours;
Few breaks
And skipped meals
Will all be worth seeing my little angel healthy again.
Just to see your smile
Means more to me than anything in this world. 
I know that when you reach out-
To touch my hand
What it is-
That defines love. 


Copy written 2008.