In my dreams we meet;
I hold him and he coos.
We gaze into each others eyes,
Each different shades of blue.
I hold him and he coos.
We gaze into each others eyes,
Each different shades of blue.
I feel the strong beats of his heart,
And stroke his warm, plump cheek.
I sing and rock him back and forth,
And not a tear does leak.
And stroke his warm, plump cheek.
I sing and rock him back and forth,
And not a tear does leak.
Visitors come bearing gifts and smiles
To hold the tender baby boy.
Daddy and sissy are happy and proud;
He is our newest bundle of joy
To hold the tender baby boy.
Daddy and sissy are happy and proud;
He is our newest bundle of joy
But when my slumber is over,
its much to my surprise,
It was all a dream, of course, a dream...
I never got to see his eyes.
I can't wait to look into those big blue eyes one day. Missing my nephew always.
ReplyDeleteIt's funny they are always blue when I think about them too. I remember asking Memes, when we were on our way home, What color she thought his eyes would be. He is always in my heart and on my mind.
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