It's three A.M. where all is asleep
but you and me,- no one's there to see
the little beauty that stars back
as I rock slowly back and forth
My baby boy and me.

His little head is feather- light
tucked up against my chin.
I hold his tiny hand in mine
and stroke his baby's skin.

The old house creaks and groans,
The clock hands creep around
as the ancient moon glows
my son snuggles close to me
as he makes his baby sounds.

I love those quiet hours so much
I cherish every moment
I think Jehovah for this blessing
I store memories within my heart
for lonely nights to come.

All to soon he'll be grown up
his need for me will be gone,
It will be a sad song
yet life must move on,
until then I still have time
for kisses and for a song.

Time for quiet hours like this
With him cuddled in my arm,
Where I wish he'd always stay,
Protected, safe, and warm.

And yet I know the day will come
When this tiny little hand
It 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 I rock slowly back and forth
My baby boy and me.

- Judy Emery © 1988
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery