Tonight was hard tough for her.
Drained, she laid inside her covers having screaming to the heavens.
She was not hungry, nor did she need changing. She was simply tired.
A language she could only articulate through violent screams and puddle tears streaming down her plump cheeks.
Finally, when rested, she slept.
Hand crafted by god, I look on in awe thinking how can a being so little, project with such force.
She wakes, slightly in a daze.
I ask "are you tired?"
her head nods with a slight murmur, I then ask "Do you want to sing a song?"
Twinkle, Twinkle, little star,
how I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Her lips move as she sings and her eye lids slowly bid me farewell.
Rest well my dear.