Poem: My Baby Boy & Me

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 up,

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 rock slowly back and forth,

my baby boy and me.

Author unknown.