The house about us creaks and groans,
the clock hands creep around.
He snuggles closer to me still
and makes his baby sounds.
I love these quiet hours so much
and cherish every one,
store memories up inside my heart
for lonely nights to come.
All too soon he’ll be grown up,
his need for mama gone.
But until then I still have time
for kisses and for song.
Time for quiet hours like this
with him cuddled in my arms
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.