The room is fragrant, dark and quite still
As I tip toe across from the small window sill
The sweet balmy air is fresh and so mild
As I gaze upon my new sleeping child

This is such a magical place
As the moonbeams play upon her face
When I touch her warm soft fingertips
A smile is playing upon her lips

Carry on sleeping my sweet little girl
As I look on my thoughts are a swirl
I hope that your dreams are gentle and sweet
As ten tiny toes I count on your feet

May His grace descend on your little soul?
Bring you great joy and make your life whole
And when you are older perhaps fully grown
May you rejoice in the wondrous seeds that are sown?

I know you don’t know as I gaze on you here
Through this life of thorns I’ll endeavour to steer
So when I look down from the heavens above
You’ll know that I tried to wrap you in love

There there, my sweet please do not wake
Carry on sleeping your gentle rest take
And then in the morning when the dew does descend
We’ll hold you together your mother my friend


Jon Mewett