Sweet Dreams
My beautiful boy gently sleeps through the night
dreaming of far off places I'll never see.
Under a hand-knitted blanket soft and white,
I quietly watch him breathing peacefully.
Sweet lullabies tenderly drift through the air
as I kiss his cheek and lightly stroke his hair.
My beautiful boy sleeps in the nightlight glow
while I dream of a man with a smile I know.
My beautiful son with a kind, gentle soul
dreaming of adventures to one day unfold.
You mended my heart where there once was a hole.
I'll shelter you always, you'll never be cold.
Sleep my baby sleep while the stars gaze on you
as you slumber on train sheets in pale, sky blue.
My beautiful son says goodnight to the moon
while I dream of a man who has grown too soon.
*My little darling, Dylan, is "graduating" from preschool next month. He has taken his cap and gown picture, and seeing the pictures, I can't help but think how he is growing up too soon. I cherish every sweet moment. He is a beautiful child.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Children in Rhyme Contest (Francine Roberts)
sixth place
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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