My Favorite Time

time for bed little sleepy head

This is my favorite time
my little one...

Your moonlight curls
held tight against my breast,
guarded closely by pudgy
elfin fingers clasped
in minute fists.

Listen-
the antique wooden crickets
sing to you of love,
as they once sang to me
"krrr-eek, krrr-eek"

I shift my weight and stand,
waiting for your slumbered sigh
before laying you,
my precious package,
in your crib.

With tender awe I linger,
the rhythm of your breathing
more soothing than the
ocean's waves, a summer's breeze,
the beat of my own heart.

To my hushed delight
you sigh once more.
Across your sleep flushed cheeks
and petaled lips
a serene smile softly drifts-
God must have sent an angel
with a kiss.

As I watch you float
from sleep to dream
I wake from mine...
         and wait for what
         will be that cherished time.