You Are Loved

Sand in between your toes,
warm seashells in your palm,
chase monsters from under your bed.
I'll hold your hand this time,
sing soft into your ear,
while colors and dreams fill your head.

Tomorrow we'll read a book
about all the things you love
and trace your hand into the sky.
Your name's written on the earth,
eyes pulled from ocean waves-
watch you learning to fly.
Your days are filled...

With baby boy trucks and glitter paper,
"Go to work, Daddy, we'll play later,"
crayon dancing out of the lines,
miss morning nap,
hide and seek wth sleepy eyes,
kiss your rosy cheek goodnight,
dream sweetly into morning's light when I'll be there.
Sleep, baby, you are loved.

Finger worn photographs,
arrayed in squares on the wall,
telling the story of you,
are traces of lovely days,
embedded into forever,
written in yellow and blue.

They'll be storybook memories
older than yesterday;
they'll be tales and songs
to sing when at last you've grown.
For now, baby, take your time;
today can make you strong
when you remember...

Baby boy trucks and glitter paper,
"Save the best book for later,"
letters tumbling off the lines,
miss nap again,
building forts with sleepy eyes,
kiss your angel nose goodnight,
dream sweetly into morning's light when I'll be there.
Sleep, baby, you are loved.

You are loved...