He Is Named Eric Poem by Lydia Thacker

I watch your chest rise and fall.
Snuggling close to you,
I reach out and gently touch your cheek
to be sure you are real.
More than five years now...
So long in my life,
and still your presence,
it is like a dream come true,
a miracle made flesh.
You stir at my touch
and I hush you and rock you
back to the magic world
that is the dreamscape
of the young and innocent.
Holding you close, I sleep,
finding peace in the steady rhythm
of your breathing.
I wake to your smile
and your sweet voice.
Sunshine sparkles in your eyes.
I know happiness -
He is named Eric