Ahhh . . . she sleeps

Do you know that every night
I tiptoe in your room
and give you a kiss while you’re asleep?

I listen to your breathing,
soft and sweet.

I gaze at your rose pink face
and remember the day when you were born.

I tuck the covers round your head
and straighten up your quilt—the one your Grammie made for you.

I find your favorite dolly on the floor
and nestle her in your arm.

Then I kneel beside your bed
and whisper a quiet prayer.

Your days are filled with wonder . . .
Planting flowers, chasing leaves
the seasons come and go . . .
making castles in the sand
and angels in the snow.

But nighttime is for rest and I want you to know
that every night I come to you
and hold you close
and give you a kiss while you’re asleep.