|
PLEASE be PATIENT while this page uploads to your browser!
My Baby Boy and Me
It's three A.M., they're all asleep, And no one's here to see As we rock slowly back and forth My baby boy and me.
His little head is feather-light Tucked up against my chin. I hold his tiny hand in mine And stroke his baby skin.
The house about us creaks and groans, The clock hands creep around. He snuggles closer to me still And makes his baby sounds.
I love these quiet hours so much And cherish every one. Store memories up inside my heart For lonely nights to come.
All too soon he'll be grown up, His need for Mama gone. But until then I still have time For kisses and for song.
Time for quiet hours like this With him cuddled in my arms, Where I wish he'd always stay. Protected, safe, and warm.
And yet I know the day will come When this tiny little hand Will be much bigger than my own. He'll grow to be a man.
But until then he's mine to love, With no one here to see As we rock slowly back and forth, My baby boy and me. - Dusty Fulbright
This is a poem that I found a long time ago in a True Story magazine when my own son was just a baby if I remember right. (And my baby boy is now a teenager! *L*) But this poem still remains one of my favorites. *S*
Home E-mail My Guestbook Back My TOC Next
Web page design & some graphics by Cheryl. Guestbook courtesy of Bravenet.com. Other graphics copyright and courtesy of Ender Design: Realm Graphics. Angel background set copyright and courtesy of Backgrounds and Bars by Cynthia.
|