MY CHILD

My Child

I stand above you
Watching you sleep
I gently move the strands of hair
Form your innocent face

Loving you from deep within my heart
I gently stroke your soft cheek
So grateful I feel
To be your mother

I pull up the covers
To make sure you are warm
I bend to kiss your forehead
And softly whisper "I love you"

Some day you will have a family
And then the soft touches
Gentle kiss and "I love you's"
Will be passed on to another generation.

Mar. 2002
Rachel Ann Gough