Day 24-Contentment

I sway you slowly in my arms,

and gently lay you down to sleep.

Your small hands still stay snug in mine;

your eyes, trusting, softly close

to visions of your caring heart.

"Dream of angels" I whisper.

A mother's love is content.

A smile sweeps across your lips, 

as you settle down to nap.

What grand thoughts pass through your mind;

is heaven yet in view?

"Dream of angels" I whisper.

A mother's love is content.

I hear you breathing in and out,

and watch you while you sleep.

I can't believe you are mine; 

what a precious gift.

"Dream of angels" I whisper.

A mother's love is content.

I am always by your side

to protect you while you sleep

and to guide you while you wake.

To comfort and to love you

I am your angel here on Earth.

A mother's love is content.

The first stanza to this poem I created in the winter of 1987 which I wrote in Jaclyn's childhood journal. Today I created more stanzas while thinking of the new babies that have blessed our family this year:  our grandson, Hugh, born on February 14 and our great niece, Charlee Joan, born on September 20.  Mothers are children's angels on Earth and babies are pure contentment.

Hugh Stephen Munson
(with Mommy and Mae)

Charlee Joan Linton