So This is What it Must Be Like...
So this is what it must be like,
heaven I mean.
I think to myself,
as I lay in bed one morning.
I hear the rhythmic breathing of my family,
so near.
All nestled together in one bed.
My son stirs,
and nuzzles over,
to nurse.
So this is what it must be like,
heaven I mean.
A pair of sleepy eyes open,
and peer up at me.
His little fingers fiddle,
with a button on my night shirt.
Daddy rolls over,
and puts his arms around his family.
We are all together,
as a kitty purrs gently at the foot of the bed.
So this is what it must be like,
heaven I mean.
(c) 1996-99 by Robyn Lawrence
heaven I mean.
I think to myself,
as I lay in bed one morning.
I hear the rhythmic breathing of my family,
so near.
All nestled together in one bed.
My son stirs,
and nuzzles over,
to nurse.
So this is what it must be like,
heaven I mean.
A pair of sleepy eyes open,
and peer up at me.
His little fingers fiddle,
with a button on my night shirt.
Daddy rolls over,
and puts his arms around his family.
We are all together,
as a kitty purrs gently at the foot of the bed.
So this is what it must be like,
heaven I mean.
(c) 1996-99 by Robyn Lawrence
That could have been written by me if it were a daughter and two dogs instead of cats...and, um, if I wrote poetry.
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