My Morning

I wake up in a world that is soft and pink.
With little brown eyes staring, without a blink.
She tells me a story every morning.
It's never one I understand....but I'm learning.
I hold her in my arms for as long as I can, under the cover.
I close my eyes, breath, and think... "wow, I'm her mother."
Her brown curls dance on my face
I live in a world of laughs and lace.
Every morning she is warm with happiness
Every morning I melt, other problems are pointless.
My mornings, my days are my reminders.
My mornings, my days are my saviors.
I wake up in a world that is smiling and glowing
With long eye lashes, I feel the love flowing.