Through the Night – a poem
Here’s a poem I wrote for my middle child. I found it while I’m decluttering my mounds of paper. As a baby, he was notoriously up constantly through the night. Even so, he was sweet, smiley and happy to see me each morning. It reminds me of how everything is made new through Christ. No matter what our days or nights look like, His mercies are new every morning.
Lamentations 3:22-23 (NIV)
Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
And, my how fast it went … my little guy is now 7 and as independent as can be. And, quite a good sleeper, I might add – though he still wakes way too early for my taste. Here’s to you, sweet boy.
he is so cute - still has that same smile
THROUGH THE NIGHT
On a bright sunny morning in the middle of May
a Mommy was just waking up to the day
She brushed her teeth and ran a comb through her hair
and changed into something comfy to wear
She went room to room, picking up the night’s mess
until she came to the one she liked very best
In the nursery so still was a baby asleep
She tiptoed to the crib to take a quiet peek
Lying on a silken blanket done in pale blue in green
was the sweetest little Angel this Mommy had seen
The pudgy blond bundle awoke with a yawn
unaware he had a visitor, just moments before dawn
He rolled to his side, as he afixed his sweet gaze
on what appeared to be a smile through his own sleepy haze
He blinked once, then twice and adjusted his glance
on Mommy walking where the sunlight had danced
She lifted him up and wrapped him with an embrace
She whispered “I love you,” as his cheeks met her face
As she spun him around, happily holding ever so tight
You’d never know that they hadn’t slept through the night
