My Sleeping Child

A thousand thoughts that fly around,
A gushing river, your voice, your sounds,
Have all stopped still to finally nest,
As you snuggle up close, to rest.
Your hand rests lightly,
On gossamer cheeks,
Asking a thousand questions?
Looking for avenues you seek;
Sleep finally engulfs
Your long, ox-bow eyes,
As they hang heavy,
A thousand dreams inside!
While I watch over you,
Spinning quiet memories,
Of the days gone by,
With you - my sleeping child!