Our Son
by Shyn2quiet

Sitting on window seat
Seeing our son at peace
As he sleeps hoping and
Praying that he is
Dreaming of sweet dreams
He looks so small
In that big bed of ours
So relaxed and comfy
I kiss him good night
As you pick him up
And take him to
His own bed hoping
And praying he stops
There all night
Until the sun rises in the sky
As a new dawn begins
But alas we both
Know that he won't
Stop in his own bed
As he wakes in the night
And he crawls back into
Our bed, in between us
Until the sun rises in the sky
And a new day begins