Rainy birthday poem

Globules of cold rain drop

And my mind eddies about the curvatures of her face

Her voice, her smile

An illumination of something so rare

I sit in silence

watching as she sleeps

breath pushing out and drawn in

she wakes and looks to me

” did you go to sleep? ” she asks

I simply smile, burrying half my face in a pillow

a single eye watching attentively

watching

as the smile crescendos

across her porcelain features

I know not what more to ask for

I sit humbled.