It's three A.M., they're all asleep,
And no one's here to see
As we rock slowly back and forth
My baby boy and me.
His little head is feather-light
Tucked up against my chin.
I hold his tiny hand in mine
And stroke his baby skin.
The house about us creaks and groans,
The clock hands creep around.
He snuggles close to me still
And makes his baby sounds.
I love those quiet hours so much
And cherish every one.
Store memories up inside my heart
For lonely nights to come.
All to soon he'll be grown up
His need for me gone.
But until then I still have time
For kisses and for song.
Time for quiet hours like this
With him cuddled in my arm,
Where I wish he'd always stay,
Protected, safe and warm.
And yet I know the day will come
When this tiny little hand
Will be much bigger than my own.
He'll grow to be a man.
But until then he's mine to love,
With no one here to see
As we rock slowly back and forth
My baby boy and me.
I wish I could stop the time
And both of you will always be our baby
Mummy & Daddy will always love you...
Thank You Allah...
Shu'aib (06.08.2006)
Suhail (26.07.2007)
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