The Gallery: At Peace

In the reflection of the mirror, at the top of the stairs, I stopped to stare.

Carried in my arms, my baby once, now a little girl talking, jumping and dancing.

So caught up in the world around her, fighting off sleep, not wanting to miss a beat.

She’d succumbed to sleep, finally surrendered, sat next to her Daddy on the sofa.

His warm body, gentle arms. Hands cocooning her head as it dropped to her chin.

AT PEACE.

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Linking up with ‘The Gallery’, where this week’s theme is ‘At Peace’.