> Staggers in bleary eyed and a bit hung over. > > May I mention the arrival of Tafydd (Tad) John Buckland > yesterday at 11:59am weighing in at a healthy 8lb 7oz. > > Mother and son are doing well, drinks are on me if you happen > to be in Hawkhurst, Kent tonight!
Best wishes, Adam. It's three A.M., 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. The house about us creaks and groans, The clock hands creep around. He snuggles close to me still And makes his baby sounds. I love those quiet hours so much And cherish every one. Store memories up inside my heart For lonely nights to come. All to soon he'll be grown up His need for me gone. But until then I still have time For kisses and for song. Time for quiet hours like this With him cuddled in my arm, 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. Bill _______________________________________________ Post Messages to: [email protected] Subscription Maintenance: http://leafe.com/mailman/listinfo/profox OT-free version of this list: http://leafe.com/mailman/listinfo/profoxtech ** All postings, unless explicitly stated otherwise, are the opinions of the author, and do not constitute legal or medical advice. This statement is added to the messages for those lawyers who are too stupid to see the obvious.
