I Love Being Your Mom

You sleep, peaceful with an angelic face, pure perfection.
The perfection I dreamt of with each stir within me,
Knowing you would be exquisite!
You sleep, and I see those tiny fingers that I hold during the day,
With wonder, How could I be so blessed?
For in the beginning there was fear, now you have become my world!
You sleep, cradled in my arms,
As I brush my lips over your silky hair
And I breathe you in, and I love being your Mom!

You sleep, with your angelic face that has turned strong
You sleep, your tiny hand are almost as big as mine.
I touch them in amazement at how they have grown.
I lay beside you, put my cheek next to your wiry hair,
Once so soft. You're a little man!
And I breath you in, and I love being your Mom!

You sleep, with your angelic face that is pure beauty.
Each freckle and the pretty little mole above your lip.
You sleep, your legs now so long and strong.
You sleep, my little girl that is not so little,
As I run my fingers in your beautiful long hair
where for so long it seemed, there was none!
And I breathe you in, and I love being your Mom!                       
Rhonda Murphy  May 09