Music No One Else Hears

My love has curls of spun gold
that shine in the light as she glides
to music that no one else hears.

Small chubby arms wrap my neck.
She lays her head on my shoulder,
a moment in time I hold dear.

Such sweet Valentine kisses.
Peppermint breath as she moves in
to place sticky lips on my cheek.

"Nanny." I hear her whisper,
"Gracie Boo." I whisper right back.
Through golden curls, big, brown eyes peek.

I wish she could stay this young,
so innocent and so precious,
this gift God has given to me.

But those peppermint kisses,
big brown eyes and curls of spun gold
will be burned in my memory.