Watching Our Children Sleep Poem by Jim Yerman

There is a wonderful sensation parents feel…it is quite beyond compare.
At first it may seem solitary…but…it's shared by parents everywhere.

It matters not what nationality, what religion, what color…for this is a universal feeling…
One all parents find as captivating…enchanting and appealing.

Their children have all gone to bed…they've long since lost count of sheep
When parents are drawn inside their bedrooms…to stop and watch them sleep.

And in those quiet moments as light seeps in from the hall
All parents wonder how they can feel so much love…for someone who's so small.

They smile at the stillness…it's a time when all activity has ceased…
Their children are safe, secure and happy…their life is calm…their world at peace.

Through the window their cheeks are brushed by the light of stray moonbeams
And their parents smile contentedly as they watch their children dream.

For in that moment before they turn and bid a fond adieu
Parents realize how lucky they are…that their dreams are coming true.

They lovingly…quietly close the door…knowing this memory will keep
Until tomorrow night when they'll return…to watch their children sleep.

I wonder would we still have wars….would hatred for one another run so deep
If instead of fighting we just compared notes on how our children sleep?