Dec 21, 2009

Sleep, Baby, Sleep

It's official. I am a sucker for anything this woman (Maryann Cusimano Love) writes! Love. Every. Word. I've even pre-ordered her next children's book that comes out next year, entitled You Are my Wish. The book I got today, however, is like a lullaby with an I-Hope-You-Dance sort of wish/blessing for the child. I told Josh today I am going to find some decorative way to print and frame the words in all three of our babies' rooms.

Sleep, Baby, Sleep
by Maryann Cusimano Love

Sleep, baby, sleep,
snuggled like a sheep.
Be always like the lamb so mild,
a kind and sweet and gentle child.
Sleep, baby, sleep.

Rise, baby, rise.
Wipe the sleep from your eyes.
Be like the chick who leaves her shell
to toddle over field and dell.
Rise, baby, rise.

Soar, baby, soar.
The whole world you'll explore.
Fly like the goose who climbs and roams
yet always knows his way back home.
Soar, baby, soar.

Laugh, baby, laugh.
Frolic like a calf,
nose tickled by the grass and rye,
eyes twinkling at the beaming sky.
Laugh, baby, laugh.

Look, baby, look,
surprise in every nook.
Be like the hawk who trusts her sight
of canyons grand and feathers slight.
Look, baby, look.

Climb, baby, climb,
one step at a time.
Be like the cub who scales great trees
to peer above the canopy.
Climb, baby, climb.

Sail, baby, sail,
calm in the windy gale.
Be like the duck who paddles through
the storm to glide in waves of blue.
Sail, baby, sail.

Splash, baby, splash.
Stand tall as the waves crash.
Be always like the hound who dares
to find adventure everywhere.
Splash, baby, splash.

Grow, baby, grow.
From our arms you'll go,
unfurling like a butterfly,
cocoon opening to the sky.
Grow, baby, grow.

Hush, baby, hush.
Growing can't be rushed.
Be always like the newborn foal
with whispered wind songs in his soul.
Hush, baby, hush.

Shine, baby, shine,
graceful child of mine.
Be like the firefly who glows
no matter how the darkness grows.
Shine, baby, shine.

Peace, baby, peace.
All your cares release.
Be always like the snowy dove
who spreads her wings and sings of love.
Peace, baby, peace.

Dream, baby, dream,
rising like moonbeams.
Be always like the dragonfly
shimmering in the misty sky.
Dream, baby, dream.

Sleep, baby, sleep.
Our promises we'll keep.
Be the miracle you are,
a wish come true on a shooting star.
Sleep, baby, sleep.

3 comments:

Kate LaCasse said...

That's a beautiful poem. I had to go look up the book online. :)

Emily said...

For someone not sentimental, you sure are sentimental. :)

Unknown said...

i need to get these.