One day when Eowyn was 7 months old, I wrote this poem about her as I nursed her to sleep. I'm not claiming it's any good, but it came from the heart.Sea Baby
Skin of crushed pearls and soft rolling sand
Dimple dunes, driftwood-smooth
Golden sea-grass hair
Blue nautilus eyes and pink coral ears,
each chamber opalescent
Your feet are the plump, round velvet of a sandpiper's belly
Brown feather eyelashes rest on speckle-egg cheeks
I am the wave that rocks you to sleep, the wind that whispers 'I love you'
Dream sweet sea dreams
Until morning rays stir still waters
My little sea horse, drift away
Eowyn at the beach when she was 7 months old
I love it! It makes me want to write another poem for Simon.
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