ANOTHER poem

Im sorry , but i thought this was so beautiful , i had to share, it made me cry


Lord, help me remember, when I feel its a chore,
the time will come when ill hold him no more
asleep on my chest (the crib refused,the blanket,the pacifier,gone unused)
What better place is there to lay his head, than against my heart, my arms, his bed
For infants grow up and leave us behind
with only memories left to remind
us of midnight walking and predawn rocking,
of soft helpless babies unable to sleep.
So Lord, make me patient and keep me awake
while I cradle this baby,and don't let me take
for granted the moments I spend in the night
with this baby, my joy, my gift, my delight.