Isaiah's Poem Poem by Shae Garrettt

Isaiah's Poem



As I sit here and listening to a everything around me.
I cant help but to notice the soft snore of a handsome baby boy sleeping in the next room.
As I get up still listening to his snore, I softly walk into his room to watch him sleep.
I notice he was restless so I put my hand on his back to rub it, I softly say is okay sissy here, sissy has you.
He quietly goes back to a deep sleep.

Sunday, December 8, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: baby,sleep
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