For my beautiful son who inspires and perfects my life…
I watch you whilst your sleeping,
Sweet innocence dampening your baby face,
I count your breath,
My heart quietens as I stroke your cherub face.
I imagine your dreaming world,
Fairytales fleeting on your peaceful expression,
I touch your hand,
instinct strong as I stand back, but stay always close to your heart.
The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…