He breathes silently, slowly
his chest rising up, down.
He is dreaming sweet baby dreams
of things I can no longer know.
He fades deeper off to sleep.
His feet and hands move every so often.
He sits snugly in his cradle
beautiful, innocent, peaceful.
When he wakes up, I will be there
to hold him, feed him, and change him.
He will look at me with his big blue eyes,
loving, happy, unafraid.
He is my life, my joy, all that I know.
He is creation at its most sincere.
I sit in rapture just watching him
sleeping, peaceful, my son.