You snuggle in tight, eyes of wonder and blue
Sleepy and dreamy with sparkling hue.
You drift off to slumber, to rest in the night
So peaceful, so little, but growing in spite.
I clutch to the wish that tomorrow you’ll be
Still innocent, still spirited, still longing for me.
I swallow on rocks that find their way tight
In my throat as I know that you’re growing so bright.
I weep in the quiet alone in my head
As I grasp for the minutes to rewind instead.
I beg and I plead for this thief they call time
To please just slow down, to stop on a dime.
My little, my treasure, my beautiful babe
Not long now a grown up will start to take shape.
For tomorrow I’ll hold you and squeeze you so tight
To remember the child I just kissed goodnight.
Today I will study your giggles, your looks
But a memory in storage, your picture I took.
Burned deep in my mind, in the soul of my heart
This image of you fast asleep in the dark.
So grateful and blessed to call you my own
I will love you forever, you made us a home.
Written July 19, 2015 – by Afton Murphy