Friday, May 6, 2011

While They Sleep

While they sleep I lay scrunched in amongst all three of them,
listening to the steady rhythm of their breathing,
watching the rise and fall of their small chests.

While they sleep I cuddle them close
and turn to look at their faces
with their long eyelashes and perfect noses.

While they sleep I wonder at their stillness.
Moments earlier they tumbled and giggled.
Now they rest, dreaming the magical dreams of childhood slumber.

While they sleep, I remember their not-too-distant baby days
when I held them resting in my arms, cuddling them on my chest.
The years have flown, growing my babies into these little people
Who walk and talk, laugh and cry, play, and love.

While they sleep, I long for time to slow its pace,
To let us linger in the sweetness, the laughter, the innocence.
Tired I may be, but I relish these young, fleeting years.

While they sleep, if I think on time's swiftness too long, a tear falls.
So I collect these snapshots in my heart,
And store them away for those years I can't bear to think about just yet.

Then I thank God for the miracle of these three lives
And for giving me the chance to witness the miracle unfold.


  1. This is so beautiful!
    Blessings in Yeshua HaMashiach,


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