my baby boy and me

It's 3 AM, they're all asleep,
And no one's here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth,
My baby boy and me.

His little hand is featherlight
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 hand's 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 inside my heart
For lonely nights to come.

All too soon he'll be grown up,
His need for mama gone.
But until then I still have time
For kisses and 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 his tiny little hand,
Will be bigger than my own.
He'll grow into man.

But until then he's mine to love
With no one here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth,
My baby boy and me.

...Author unknown