Asleep - by Joanneac

Asleep

Deep down in the cosy cot, a wisp of hair you'll see

A small face lovely as a rose, and eyesclosed peacefully

A wee thing in a big dark world, a tiny helpless mite

Lying in the golden circle of the comforting nightlight.

Somewhere in the quiet house, there's someone listening

To catch the very slightest cry, the faintest whimpering

And though she may be busy, with a Mothers load of care

All her thoughts will hover round, the little one up there.

There's a hushed and sacred silence, brooding everywhere

You must ease the squeaking door, and mind the creaking stair

Nobody mustmake a sound, on tiptoe they must creep

When the word has gone around, that baby is asleep.

Copyright of Joanneac