Monday, March 17, 2008

Monday Poem

This is a poem I wrote about three years ago. I love you B!

 

 

Cherished Child

 

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.

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