Could life bestow a greater gift
Than that of a sleeping baby?
Here he is, nestled against your chest
His hands caressing your shirt,
His lips suckling as he slumbers.
You are his earth, his sky, his stars.
You are that for him, and him alone,
No one else could need you this much.
And because you are his universe,
You love him more than you thought possible.
You would tear down mountains for him,
And build them back up.
You would swim rivers and hike tundras
If he needed you.
You would rearrange the stars, stare at the sun.
Because at this moment, he belongs to you alone.
Never let him forget how much he is loved...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Anna. That was always my favorite, too, when my girls were babies. Holding a sleeping infant, there is nothing like it. Your words in this piece are truly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThe matter how tired I was at the end of the day when she was small, I always relished in those moments too. What a beautiful home, Anna.
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