Child of Mine
Heavy – now, your eyelids seem –
watch those pools of cornflower blue
give up their will to glint and gleam
as the sandman calls to you,
as a silvered moon begins to shine
and the cloak of evening spreads,
the fiery sun has lost its fight
and sinks, golden, in the west.
And as you slumber, long and deep,
place a moth’s kiss on those eyes,
as your gentle breath falls on my cheek
hold your tiny fist in mine...
Just one short week since you arrived,
yet of one thing I am sure,
how glad I am, sweet child of mine
you touched my life with yours.