[ little smile ]

I watch your face all day
in hopes to catch that first
little smile.
Not your teeny smiles you give me
when you’re dreaming baby dreams
of whatever it is that babies see.
But a true smile, a tiny grin,
the fruit of my labor,
of the past ten months
so that I know that you are content
and that you know who I am,
even if it only lives for
a small second
on those two cute pink lips of yours.
I wait all day,
and I will keep waiting
until I see that you are happy
and you know I exist.