It was the fading of the light
dancing across her room ...  
the small droplets of color
slowly sliding down the pink wall of her room,
being eagerly drank by the thick warm carpet,
that caught my eye.

Dark black shadows 
sailing across her small angelic face
had stolen my movement...
forever lost in the moment.

The sheer power of intense deep love for her
overwhelmed my soul
and threw me to my knees,
breaking the silence for a moment.

I kneeled before her peaceful sleeping still body,
the fragrance of baby shampoo and soap 
drifting in and out of my senses.

The night is a thief,
it slips in quietly 
and takes away the memories of the day...
the peanut butter spread 
artistically over the wall, 
the small helpless wailing of a baby kitty
taken hostage by a child who understands 
nothing of others' feelings.

It stole away the super human feeling I had
when she decided to run 
out the door into a parking lot...
laughing the whole time.
It took the anger
at a mind of a child 
who has hidden from her
the ability to be safe.

This little body and soul of hers
is safe at the moment...
the thief will slip in later 
like the first wave bring in the tide
and along with it bring back these things
that now are forgotten.