A tiny hand that reaches out
To touch my curly hair

A tiny hand that gently tugs
The ringlets nestling there

A tiny pair of eyes that gaze
Upon my aging face

A tiny smile that softly says
'I'm happy in this place'

A loving and contented sigh
That tells me sleep is near

A tiny mind drifts far away
While my heart lingers here

by
Helena Cowell (2002)