As my daughter naps on my lap
On the couch
Under her baby blanket
I wish I didn’t want more
More time
More things
More energy
Because she should be enough

It is not that I wish for more
From her
But for her
For her future
For her energy
For her time

Because her time with me is
Likely limited to
What I can do for her
As she grows
Into a young girl
Who will always be young
And small
And naive
As a sparrow
Taking its first flight.