Watching You Sleep
I hear you breathing even and slow
Slumber, so peaceful, becomes you.
A slight turn, a sigh escapes your lips.
Fluttering eyelids, revealing a touch of blue.
A stray strand of hair across your brow.
You look so charming and sweet.
Remembrances mayhaps that cause
You to swim deeper into your dreams.
Eighteen now, you're still just my li'l man.
I remember the day I brought you home.
Swaddled in receiving-blanket blue
You were a love I could call my own.
You've grown up straight and tall
A man in body but my li'l boy in my eyes.
You've turned out loving and caring
Somewhat lazy, I guess part of your guise.
You have a sense of humour so funny
A laugh that floats easy on a breeze.
When angered, your blue eyes get so stormy.
But clouds disappear with willingness to please.
So eighteen years later I still watch you sleep
Wondering where your life will take you.
I hope the sweetness that is in your soul,
And the love in your heart remains strong and true.
By Wild Child 6/6/00 Magnolia Manor
Dedicated to my son Steven Leviticus (Levi) Holder
Poetry~ Words falling on paper, painting a dream.
Shawna R. Holder
[This message has been edited by WildChild (edited 06-14-2000).]