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TO A SLEEPING CHILD.
Little one, your innocent face
in repose
would fool the most discerning.
He who knows
your wild, waking ways
would then suppose
them but illusion,
watching your sweet, young face
in dream's seclusion.
I can picture you tucking him into bed, kissing him goodnight, and watching at the doorway with your arms crossed watching your sweet, blessed child. This is nothing more precious and beautiful. Thank you for sharing.