Some Words...

I wrote this for my daughter....

I tiptoe into your room hoping the squeaky floor boards won’t wake you.
I stand at the foot of your crib silently watching you sleep.
You look so peaceful, so happy, so content.
Your body is twisted in many directions; I remember when I was that agile.
I watch the slow rise of your chest, up and down, up and down; I am content.
My hand brushes your head; your hair feels like silk.
The warmth of your little body comforts me like a blanket on a cold winter night.
Your breathing is slow and steady; it is music to my ears.
As I watch you, I wonder if you are dreaming.
Are you thinking of me or are your thoughts of baby dolls and building blocks?
I long to hold you, but I’ll wait; patience comes easy as long as I can be near you.
Sometimes I wish I could lay down beside you, fold you into my arms, and never let go.
But I know this is your time, your night, your sleep.
As I tiptoe out of your room I hear you stir in your bed, I turn for one last look, you open your eyes to look at me…just for a moment…just long enough for me to say I love you, and then you close your eyes and return to your peaceful slumber.
I slip out of your room; now I can sleep.