As you sleep

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Vintage Publishing


For my son M.



I feel your breath descend;

You’ve fallen very deep,

My precious little M.

So very fast asleep.

 

How you get me so worked up;

But I love you very much,

You love holding my hand

And I love feeling your touch.

 

You look so very peaceful

As you’re lying very still,

I love being your mother

It’s really quite the thrill.

 

Your tiny sticky fingers

I love to just caress,

You’re my most beautiful treasure

That I really do possess.

 

I love you like the sun loves to shine so bright,

My precious little M., my most wonderful delight.



Submitted: December 21, 2017

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Adam L.

A mother's love is like no other. Very sweet poem for your son, M, Lis. Nicely done.

Thu, December 21st, 2017 1:42pm

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Thank you very much, Adam, I wrote this poem with such tenderness in my heart :)

Thu, December 21st, 2017 5:49am

Sue Harris

Aw, such a touching poem JB. Children really do take you to extremes of emotions, the deepest unconditional love to testing the patience of a saint! A little treasure indeed! Love it.

Thu, December 21st, 2017 5:16pm

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Awww thank you very much, Sue :)

Thu, December 21st, 2017 9:36am

hullabaloo22

beautifully written, jaylisbeth.

Thu, December 21st, 2017 5:31pm

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Thank you very much, Hully :)

Thu, December 21st, 2017 9:35am

Jeff Bezaire

This is beautiful, Jaylisbeth. For as much as they can drive a parent crazy, kids are a precious gift. Being a parent is a special privilege. This is a touching piece. Lovely words.

Thu, December 21st, 2017 8:41pm

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Awww thank you very much, Jeff :)

Thu, December 21st, 2017 12:53pm

Mike S.

Beautiful, J.B!

Thu, December 21st, 2017 10:13pm

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Thanks, Mike :)

Thu, December 21st, 2017 3:10pm

Dr. Acula

Your a lucky mom and he's a lucky son.
We make our own luck, so keep winning :D

Fri, December 22nd, 2017 3:58am

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Thank you very much for that, mi amigo...

Fri, December 22nd, 2017 5:03am

johngumbs

You've hit on the right path--the path of love. The word ''love'' mean just what it say. Here on earth, love comes from all directions; from mother, father, all relatives and friends. Most of all it comes from heaven. Nice poem, The ryhming is there as Always.

Fri, December 22nd, 2017 5:59am

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Thank you, John :)

Fri, December 22nd, 2017 5:02am

Rehmat Tanzila

Awww such a sweet dedication to that munchkin! Have a blessed life Amen!

Fri, December 22nd, 2017 8:21am

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Thank you, my love :)

Fri, December 22nd, 2017 5:02am

LeParadisNoirPoetique

You always know the phrase I say when it comes to mother and her children. These kind of poems are the most tendered pieces because the innocence will never leaves a child's face. Childhood is never over for them if we don't tell them about the world. To keep their childhood I would tell a lie, because a child's smile is more important than them being sad and lonely when they find out the truth about the world. Your rhyming is graceful, and I love your intentions for little M. So tender your relationship with each other, and Lisbeth, keep being God through the heart and lips of little M :)

Fri, December 22nd, 2017 11:29pm

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Thank you, Dexter, very sweet words :)

Fri, December 22nd, 2017 4:43pm

Spyguy

The "Summer's Night", the "M" so bright... These are reasons, in your fight!
They are there to wake your mind! They've been witness, as you've shined!
No others watching, clearly see... All of your struggles, or your glee!
These two great men, you nned & love; They are your gift, from up above!

Will there be struggles? Yes, indeed! Then, after, snuggles... They're the seed;
That's planted in our hearts to grow... Then after seasons, frost & snow...
In our lives, the "Springtime" comes... Leaving cold, & all that numbs!!
The flowers bloom, your smile comes back... 'Cause then, my Dear, we're back on track!

Happy New Year to you & your sweet family!

Tue, December 26th, 2017 8:30pm

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You are very sweet, Spy. Happy holidays:)

Tue, December 26th, 2017 1:11pm

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