When my children were babies, I would spend hours by their crib, watching them in their slumber, adoring everything about them. I was so attuned to them, I could hear them breathe from the next room.

As they grew, I lost that magic, or so I thought. After a recent separation from them, I was delighted to find myself under their spell once again, captivated by the awe and wonder that is them.

This poem originally was published in Poems on Life - Family Poems