Slumber

Sleep! Sleep! Beauty Bright


Sleep! sleep! beauty bright,
Dreaming o'er the joys of night;
Sleep! sleep! in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.

Sweet Babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.

As thy softest limbs I feel,
Smiles as of the morning steal
O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast
Where thy little heart does rest.

O! the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep.
When thy little heart does wake
Then the dreadful lightnings break,

From thy cheek and from thy eye,
O'er the youthful harvests nigh.
Infant wiles and infant smiles
Heaven and Earth of peace beguiles.

William Blake

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You Are Mine

You cry,
And I pick you up
I leave the room
And you look for me.
You smile at me
And I smile back at you.


I rock you
And you melt in my arms.
You sleep with me
And we nurse the night away.


I am your mother
And you are my baby.
You need me
And so I need you.

(c) 1997 Ann Kale all rights reserved

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Moonlit Dreams

The night is still and silent.
The moon gives off a cold white light.
There is a chill in the air,
But she doesn't feel it.
She is inside, asleep in her bed.
The moonlight shines through her window,
Illuminating her in its cold white light.
The moonlight lays across her pillow,
And caresses her cheek.
She is sleeping peacefully.
The calm of the night is upon her.
As I stand there and watch her sleeping,
I wonder--
What figures dance through her moonlit dreams?
(c) 1997 Nadine-Brenna McManus All Rights Reserved

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My Baby

Ten little fingers, ten little toes -
Rosy little lips, and a button nose.
So soft and cuddly with a baby sweet smell.
Eyes so full of trust that I just can't fail.
I know a gift of God you had to be -
How else could something so perfect come to me?
You wiggle and snuggle, gurgle and coo -
Do you know of all the love in my heart for you?
Your eyes are getting heavy,
as off to Dreamland you go -
To dream of teddy bears, kittens,
and your Mother's love, I know.
I hold you close, and look at you with awe-
as a little silent prayer I say --
"Thank you God, and please help me mold
this little life the right way."
I put you in your crib so gently, and
turn to blink away the tears.
You're my baby now, but I know it's
just for a few short years.
(c) 1997 Martha Benton All Rights Reserved

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