Our Little Baby Boy, JAMIE IAN JONES

Its 3 am they're all asleep
And no one's here to see
As we rock slowly back and forth
My Baby Boy and Me.

His little head is feather light
tucked up against my chin
I hold his tiny hand in mine
and stroke his baby skin.

I love these quiet hours so much
and cherish every one
store memories up inside my heart
for lonely nights to come.


All too soon he'll be grown up
his need for Mummy gone
but until then I still have time
for kisses and for song.

Time for quiet hours like this
with him cuddled in my arms
where I wish he'd always stay
protected safe and warm.

And yet I know the day will come
when this tiny little hand
will be much bigger than my own
he'll grow to be a man.
But until then he's mine to love

with no one here to see
as we rock slowly
back and forth
my baby boy and me.