Grandma's Lap

Grandma's Lap

There's no better place

to take a nap

than snuggled up

on Grandma's lap.

She finger sings the spider

up the water spout to me,

and I sit feeling sleepy,

while sitting on her knee.

She softly counts my fingers,

and then she counts my toes.

A yawn escapes from my mouth,

and my eyes begin to close.

Soon I'm drifting off to sleep

with dreams floating in my head.

I snooze and sigh with contentment, 

when Grandma's lap is my bed.

The Sleeping Baby

The Sleeping Baby

Baby's belly is full.

We have already played pattycake,

read a bedtime story,

and shared a lullaby.

She settles into my arms.

The rhythm of the rocking chair soothes us.

Sleep slowly drifts into the nursery.

Tiny fingers curl

around the edge

of a blanket.

Her breath comes, steady and soft.

Her hair sticks out - wisps of flyaway fluff at her nape.

Snuggled in dainty, white footed pajamas -

speckled with pink stars and yellow moons,

she breathes out a sigh of comfort and peace,

and with gratitude, so do I.