Because

I kissed my daughter's forehead.

She slept through the love.

Oblivious to the prayers hopes dreams,

I sent up with the pursing of my lips, the intent of my heart.

I can't help but wonder how many silent blessings have been released,

like floating lanterns of love.

Millions + billions, I suppose.

And look, here's another, expressed on the breast of this dawn.

Mine.

For you.

Because.