Doting on tiny fingers, so small and sweet,
Watching eyelashes flutter, a rhythm complete.
A gurgling laugh, a sleepy sigh,
A love so profound, it makes her cry.

Doting on clumsy steps, and first wobbly stride,
A heart overflowing with boundless pride.
Each scraped knee kissed, each tear gently dried,
A mother's devotion, nowhere to hide.

Doting on whispered secrets, dreams big and bold,
A story unfolds, as the years take hold.
Through triumphs...