Her Sing Song Voice!

Me.

I refrain from running out to her

And squeezing her in my arms,

Of  gently pressing her feet so tender

Of kissing her on and on...

Her chubby dimpled cheeks pick a random smile,

The angels and the little fairies dance for a mile,

for when she says "mamma" in her fumbled squeaky voice,

It leaves me floored and I refrain again from eating her like a pie....

Her soft hands find my lips

and I refrain to devour ,

Those rosy lips, and curly hair 

That smell of sweet and sour...

My little precious talks and walks but only barely,

She stumbles and drops and falls more clumsily!

Written for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads prompt 'Refrain'

And

Also inspired by MindLoveMisery's prompt 'eutony'!

I DON'T Have a daughter though... Its just something my mother used to say which I put in rhymes! ;)