Friday, April 11, 2008

What I see in the middle of the night...

What I see in the middle of the night... ALL NIGHT long.




It's three AM, 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 hand 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 his tiny little hand,

will be 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.

...Author Unknown

3 comments:

Doreen said...

that is a sweet poem for a sweet baby boy...Kaden is so precious!doreen

Jenny said...

Ok... not too many things could make me smile at 3 a.m. BUT that face could be one of the few things I'd forgive!!!! Ha!

Sarah said...

I'm praying you'll be able to get some sweet sleep soon, and until then that you will be blessed by these midnight moments with Kaden.
P.S. I love this poem too!