78.

Snuggled up in Mommy's bed,
at some point in the night.
Waiting for those loving arms
to wrap her safe and tight.

That little girl adores her so.
She's often found right there:
underneath each footstep,
'cause she thinks Mom walks on air.

And then she waits so patiently
until her turn to sit.
And on that lap she climbs, at last,
a perfect Mommy fit.