This poem originally appeared in the December 2011 edition of Aoife’s Kiss magazine. 

The world below me is hibernating,
immune to its surroundings.
Slowly, it stirs and starts to awaken,
returning from dream-world travels
while the sun begins
to yawn and stretch across
the glittering, snow covered horizon.

Miles below,
where twinkling lights
illuminate the darkness
left over from last night,
a worn out father
admires the rhythmic breathing
of his sleeping daughter,
waiting to break her silent slumber.

School, work, and all
the mundane tasks of life
can wait,
if only for a few more moments
in the silent stillness
of her untainted innocence.

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