And no one's here to see
As we rock slowly back and forth
My baby boy and me
His little hand is feather light
Tucked up against my chin
I hold his tiny hand in mine
And stroke his baby skin
The house about us creeks and groans
The clock hands creep around
He snuggles closer to me still
And makes his baby sounds
I love these quiet hours so much
And cherish every one
Store memories up inside my heart
For lonely nights to come
All too soon he'll be grown up
His need for his mama gone
But until then I still have time
For kisses and for song
Time for quiet hours like this
With him cuddled in my arms
Where I'd always wish he'd stay
Protected, safe and warm
And yet I know the day will come
When his tiny little hand
Will be 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 we rock slowly back and forth
My baby boy and me
Author Unknown
So lovely. X
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