My baby is asleep
Sleeping soft with love on his face cozy with trust
His world is well looked after
While he surfs inner subways
Gathering coins of gold.
Dear maker or master craftsman
Of babies in their beauty
Humbly to you I make this entreaty
Let him forget it all
Let him remember nothing
But whenever his back is against a wall
Let peace of protection
And soft sureness of love
Be his friend and guide him all his days..
His soft moan is a call to my heart
Melting in my embrace as I gather him close
And mother and child are one
His soft cuddly world has collided and melted all my hard barriers
His knowledge of my unfailing reserves of love
Has made me more sure of myself
Another day
Another reason to live.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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