The gentle rising,
of the sleeping childs chest,
silent in its movement,
smooth velvet skin,
sinking then rising,
how sweetly they sleep,
deep in innocent rest,
the gentle rising
of the sleeping childs chest.
there soothing sighs,
such sweet lullaby's,
to macth the angels in the skys,
how sweetly they sleep.
what treasures do they keep,
in there little pure minds,
Tonight the world seems right,
a peace of both body and mind,
flows through my internal rivers.
two sleeping pure souls,
my earthly angels,
how sweetly they sleep,
such sweet lullaby's
to match all the angels in the skies.
'For my two little boys who are in dreamland this is inspired by the beauty that beats out of them even as they sleep'
Vincent...this is a truly lovely poem from the heart, at first glance. I will agree with JC only in so far as that spelling and grammar errors are easily fixed. If you would take the time to remedy those minor errors...this poem would have tremendous power.
This truly is the purest form of love poem Vincent! I know when my kids were little I couldn't help kissing them and picking them up when they would fall asleep......they are just so irresistable when they're so innocent like this! Very lovely poem. Sincerely, mary
I think this is the sweetest thing I've read in quite a while. Some great images spring to mind while reading. Thanks.
It reminds me of my two grandchildren, Lois 3 1/2 and Luke 18 months. Such freedom from the cares of the world, nothing to shake the calm instilled on their faces. I wrote a poem called 'Her No.1 Fan' about my grandaughter, and another called ' That One Kiss', and of course one called 'Lois and Luke'. They are such great subjects to write about. Would appreciate your comments on these three, they are only short ones. This one was a lovely read, and I know exactly how you felt when writing it. Thanks for posting. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think the positive comments on this poem are really directed at the sentiment of the subject matter. As a poem, it does little for me, it's not well done, the repeats don't work, the spelling is really unforgiveable and the poem doesn't seem to have a 'shape'. I am not related to JC but I agree that we need to call a spade....if we are to be constructive. Best H