Sweet baby of mine

     Asleep on my shoulder,

I hold you close

     As you drift in slumber;

I dream of days

     And years to come –

The treasures God holds

     For you, little one.

Your warm baby’s breath

     Is so “tender sweet” –

With slow sleepy rhythm

     As you dream away, dream.

I cradle your hand

     In my own and pray

God’s blessing on you,

     And I thank Him each day –

For the lessons of life

     We’ll learn from each other;

T”will be my blessing

     To treasure forever.

For my daughter

by Cynthia A. Pye

Copyright 1996

Published by Sparrowgrass

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