It's 3 a.m. they're all asleep

There no one here to see

As we rock slowly back and forth

My baby boy and me

His little hand is feather light
Tucked up against my chin

I hold his tiny hand in mine.
And stroke his silky skin.

The house about us creaks and groans

The clock hands creep around
He snuggles closer to me still

And makes his baby sounds.

I loved those quiet hours so much

And cherish everyone
Stored memories up inside my chest.

For sad and lonely nights to come.

All too soon he did grow up

His need for momma gone

Never did I realize there was so little time

Now I sing the grieving song.

I pray for those quiet hours again

With him craddled in my arms

Where I wish he could have stayed

Protected, safe and warm.

Little did I know the day would come

When the tiny little hand

Now much bigger than my own

Would not get to grow up to be a man.

I treasure all those quiet times

I've stored in my memory

All the precious loving times

When He was here with me...

And in my mind I go back

To the times that used to be

As I rock slowly back and forth

My Baby Boy and me...

Oh how I love to reminisce

 As Mommies often do,

Relive again within my heart
 The childhood days of YOU.

I remember you upon the floor

With cars, robots, and blocks,

 And all the other little things

 You and me and daddy bought.

The day you started Kindergarten

It was a big event.

I remember your tears and mine

As into class you went.

You liked to blade and ride your bike

  then added to the list

The little car we gave to you,

  It was your pride and joy.

No longer were you gonna be mom an daddy's little boy.

  So much has happened since that day.

God came to take you Home to stay.

Now mom and daddy miss their little boy

More and more each day...