Saturday, December 11



My Baby Boy and Me

It's 3:00am and Joe's asleep
and no one here to see.
We glider rock back and forth
my Baby Boy and me.

His little head 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;
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 this tiny little hand
will be much 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 glide slowly back and forth
my Baby Boy and me.

-Jane Triplett-
(with minor variations from the original)