Honey blond hair spread over a pillow,
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Limbs sprawled out wildly, like the wind in a willow,
The faintest of smiles tops a chin with a dimple,
Joy rises up, so pure and so simple.
She wakes with a yawn, she stretches and sighs,
The sunlight diminished by the light in her eyes.
She drags out of bed and brushes her hair,
My Fairy Tale Princess, my Beauty So Fair.
Her heart hasn't broken or been dragged down by worry.
I know this will change, but today there's no hurry.
She readies for school like such a young lady,
Not always a child, but forever My Baby.