The Sleeping Baby
Soft caressable, subtle skin,
tiny fingers curled into little fist,
hair so very downy soft,
breathing, soft whispers of moving air,
gently stirrings with quiet sighs.
What dreams move within your slumber, my little one?
Does one so young dream?
Could you be dreaming of your Mother and Father?
Do you hear our loving voices whispered in your dreams?
I watch and wonder.
I pray over your peaceful slumber,
that our Heavenly Father, shall grant His angels to protect you,
until next I hold you within my loving arms.
A soft kiss upon your forehead,
I bid you, in a whispered, loving voice:
"Rest well my Sleeping Baby."
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