Dedicated to my grandson Ashton David Webster and his mother Tammy with love!

                                                    As You Lay Sleeping

As you lay sleeping… somewhere in a far off place… you dream. You will probably never know what I feel as I touch this vision of you with my heart and feel this unexplainable ache within me. And at that moment I ask myself… how much love can a mother’s heart hold? Then, in my precious moments with you, I am given the realization that as each new day is given to me as a gift with you in it, God creates a place near my heart from where you came… to love you even more.

 In my heart I wonder how I could have been this blessed to have been given the ultimate gift in life of being a Mother! You sleep peacefully with what is left of the blanket I wrapped you in as a baby; a blanket that grows smaller with the years as you grow. You hold on to this little piece of security and you sleep somewhere far off in your little dreams while I watch you… with tears in my eyes.

 How precious a gift you are to my world; how precious a gift you will be to your world. In the innocence of your imagination you truly believe that Mommy’s can make all things better. They can make the hurt of a scraped knee go away simply by holding you; they can enter your tomorrow before you even get there and make sure that every tomorrow is filled with excitement and joy, and enough love to surround your heart and life forever.

I could spend forever watching you! I feel an overwhelming sense of wonder at the sight of you; you are a gentle memory spirit within me. I may have given birth to you, but from the place where you lay near my heart before you were born… you touched my soul!

And as you grow into a big boy, you will leave your innocence behind you; you will not remember the magic in the life we now share together. I will not be able to hold your little hand in mine as I do now and spend these moments in thought… but I will hold the memory of them within my heart… and in the quietness of my life, I will go to my own far off place…

 And I will dream… of the baby you once were; of the young man you will become, and I will ask God to be gentle with your dreams… after all, you came from near my heart and though you will no longer have a blanket to hold on to or want to cuddle up in my arms… in my memory I can go back to my yesterdays and touch every vision and every dream of you!

But for now, Little one… I will hold you to me as I have never held you before… and every day of my life I will thank God for the gift of being your Mother!

Sleep softly Little One; May God and his Angels watch over you always!

                                                         Millie P. Lorenz

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