Sometimes when she’s sleeping I can see in my mind’s eye the little girl I thought I had,
the one who said good-bye.
Sometimes when she’s sleeping, hands folded by her cheek I close my eyes and see before me a child who can speak.
Sometimes when she’s sleeping she seems so whole and well I can’t believe she won’t awaken with dreams of which to tell.
Sometimes when she’s sleeping and the tears in my eyes overflow, I steal what kisses I can in the darkand wonder what joys she will know.
Sometimes when she’s sleeping and my eyes ache with tears unshed, I pray she’ll always be full of peace as she slumbers in her bed.
Sometimes when she’s sleeping I can almost hear her say “I love you, Mom, with my heart and my soul, each and every day”.
But always when she’s sleeping I am full of pride at the miracle that is my daughter and the perfection that is inside.
Sometimes when she’s sleeping, hands folded by her cheek I close my eyes and see before me a child who can speak.
Sometimes when she’s sleeping she seems so whole and well I can’t believe she won’t awaken with dreams of which to tell.
Sometimes when she’s sleeping and the tears in my eyes overflow, I steal what kisses I can in the darkand wonder what joys she will know.
Sometimes when she’s sleeping and my eyes ache with tears unshed, I pray she’ll always be full of peace as she slumbers in her bed.
Sometimes when she’s sleeping I can almost hear her say “I love you, Mom, with my heart and my soul, each and every day”.
But always when she’s sleeping I am full of pride at the miracle that is my daughter and the perfection that is inside.
Calm Amongst the Chaos 