I don’t remember the exact date when I wrote this poem. All I know is that I wrote it a few weeks after I gave birth to my precious son. He looks like a real angel when sleeping and I just love staring at him! I never thought that motherhood could be this wonderful. I must have done something good in my life to deserve such a wonderful gift from God.

I love watching you sleep,
I love the way you smell
Your breath is like a morning breeze
Your skin is as soft as a gentle kiss

I love the way you look at me
With your gorgeous eyes, my heart melts away
Oh how I love holding you in my arms!
Swaying with you…as I send you to sleep

You smile like an angel each time you wake up
You bring me so much joy…
You make me feel complete…
And you make me proud having you as my angel

I could not ask for more
For He had been so kind
You are the greatest gift I’ve ever had
A sweet little angel sent from above

Now I can’t wait for you to talk
And say “Mommy, I love you!”
Your sweet little giggles are like music in my ears
That plays over and over again each time I think of you

I can’t seem to get enough of you, my little angel…
How I wish time wouldn’t fly too fast
Because I am scared to let you go
Not now, not in the next twenty years…

Add comment August 15th, 2008

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Add comment August 12th, 2008

The three of us usually play in bed before going to sleep. Daddy and Greggy sometimes wrestle. There are nights that I would do story-telling. Then when we are all sleepy and tired, our son we’ll pray his own personalized “Thank You” prayer. I taught him to say “thank you” to Papa Jesus for all the toys and candies (in short, blessings!) that he receives each day. Sometimes his prayer gets way too long because he’s got a lot to be thankful for that day.

Sometimes he would say,

“Papa Jesus, thank you for the cotton candy…
Thank you for the milk…
Thank you for the toys…
Thank you for the food…
Thank you for my mommy and daddy…
Good night. Amen po.”

Then he would turn to me and his daddy to kiss us both and would say “good night”.

3 comments August 3rd, 2008