A Poem for Cole

In  lieu of Cole starting kindergarten tomorrow, I thought I would post one of my favorite poems.  This was posted on my refrigerator when I lived in Germany to remind me during those sleepless nights that this too shall pass and to cherish all of those precious baby moments.  It’s hard to believe that he is big enough to go to school.  I have cherished every moment of these past five years together and I cannot wait to see what kind of man he will become.  Oh the places he will go…

My Baby Boy and Me

It's three AM, they're all asleep,
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 creaks 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 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 wish he'd always 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.