What can I say that hasn’t been said before?
A million songs to a million pairs of little eyes?
Little hands and feet wave at me
through clouds of fragrant wordstuff,
almost buried beneath falling cadences and
sickly-sweet prose. Reaching down, I brush
ineffectually at the swarming bits of fluff,
trying to find something within that is solely you.
With a giggle and a sweet-scented burst of clarity,
you reach for me, scattering useless noise to all
sides, emerging before me like Venus through the waves,
moss-green eyes burning the chaff off of my mind until
all that remains is you, unique and whole and singular
and more precious than words can say.