This is a poem I wrote about three years ago. I love you B!
A noise awakens me in the night;
My one-year-old son’s cry.
Silently I enter his room,
Rub his back and sing a lullaby.
I sing to him of love unending,
Of how I’ll always be there
Watching over and protecting,
As I dry his face of tears.
And though he drifts off back to sleep,
I stay by him a moment more—
Thanking God for giving me
This child I cherish and adore.