The Nap
Some cherish the laugh,
some cherish the word,
and others cherish the step.
Not me.
I remember the bonding,
I remember the warmth,
and I remember the trust
as she slept on my chest.
A laugh can always be heard,
words can be forgotten,
but the time she could fit
in my arms as she slept.
That is priceless,
that is unique,
and that is the moment
that I can't get back.
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