Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Funky Sleeper

I stop into my boys' room before I go to bed some nights to see them asleep. They're so cute when they sleep, and they look younger than they are. It makes the parental love swell. I wrote a poem about it that I don't like very much. It's the third-grade rhyme scheme and the sentimentality. I can't do much about the sentimentality - it's in my nature - but these couplets are a drumbeat.

A sight to make a father weep:

two boys, so innocent, asleep.
In slumber, they look so secure
I wish that I could be as sure
That every night they will be there

safe, relaxed and free of care.
Their hearts so tender certainly

will break a time or two or three,
and I can't stop that happening.
I can, though, stand here now and sing
a lullaby, a hymn that I
would love to have them dreaming by.

These fleeting nights, I must not miss.
I pause just now to plant a kiss.
Too soon these boys will grow away.
I'll stop here nightly anyway.

I wasn't really planning to post that. Really, I just wanted an excuse to post this picture of how I found Charlie sleeping last night, with his wrists resting on the headboard of his new bunk bed. You can't make this stuff up.

1 comment:

Lauren Jackson said...

I was just thinking about posting a boys-sleeping photo on our blog! I went in last night to find Trevor nearly off the bed and Colin snuggled up against him, sharing the same pillow. Colin's side of the bed was big and empty. So sweet. It's fun to share those parenting moments with other parents, and I love catching some of yours on this blog.