Angelface sleeps, her fingers clutching mamma's hand, her head nestling over the crook of mamma's arm, her face tilted towards mamma's, mouth slightly open.
Open up my little flower, don't cling on to me
open windows into the world and into yourself, my little butterfly
fly far, soar high, give in to the lure of the blue skies
So mamma brings in a book.
Look, kitty has a red ball and bowbow has a blue ball. now here comes a little bowbow. why's little bowbow crying? kitty gives a yellow ball to little bowbow and look now little bowbow is happy and smiling
Baby sleeps clutching on to bowbow and kitty, her cheek resting on the book, legs outstretched as though ready for flight. And then mamma yearns to throw away the book and cradle her precious one in her arms.