November 5, 2010
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at night
before he goes to sleep
he stares at me
holding my facetouching it
kissing me
and smilingand as i cradle him
and gently set him in his crib
he watches me
to make sure i’m still therebefore his eyes close
his day ends
and night time heralds him onto small slumber
and perfect dreams
that could never be measuredby the beauty of ones soul
or the gentle solace
of a childbefore bed time.
Comments (9)
I remember those days and the pure bliss I experienced, (and still experience in a different way).
Aww. This is beautiful.
I’m delighted that he is having such a great childhood and that you’re recording it. Lately I’ve been thinking about my oldest daughter and how she used to wake up smiling when I’d get her up. Later on she was much less happy, largely my fault, I think. I got too harsh. Wish I could go back and do it all over properly.
That’s one of the greatest gifts a child gives, the moments of peace between sleep and consciousness and the reassurance that you are loved by the most important being in this grand ol’ universe.
Babies smell like comfort. Sometimes, I really miss that.
those glimpses into the purity of their souls sometimes makes you want to cower . . .Excellent poem
reminds me of Winken, Blinken, and nod…. lovely…
Beautiful.
He will be keeping this in his scrapbook many years from now.
it can’t be guns drugs and whores all the time, right?