Listening To Lullabies

By: SpiraL

The room is dim and
we are dressed for sleep.
The music starts
and your eyes begin to flutter.

I watch your perfect lips
make little puckers;
I hear your slow breathing
and see your hands relax.

I hum to the music;
a well-known tune handed
down through time.

My fingers stroke your soft cheek.
I feel your warmth radiate across my arm
as your little head rests
in the crook of my elbow.

I want this to last forever,
but I know you have so far to go
and so much to learn,
and you will not always be so small.

But I savor this moment
and commit it to memory,
so when memories are all I have,
I will always have you, my son.