Poem: One little precious moment…
March 24th, 2005 -- Posted in OLD, life as a mom | Comments OffGetting up from the rocking chair,
we’re both warm and cozy from the cuddle.
His eyes are still closed, his body heavy in my arms.
Gently lowering him into the crib,
tucking the soft white blanket around him.
His hand curls over the top and he holds the fabric lightly.
His eyes flicker open a tiny bit,
but he is lulled back to sleep by the peaceful music.
And my hand gently stroking his tiny head of downy hair.
He sleeps so soundly now,
with small sighs and rhythmic breathing.
I notice so many little details, like the sunbeam beside him.
This one precious moment
was everything I wanted, and more…
I’m ever thankful it’s not too good to be true.
