My Favorite Time

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.