I watch you sleep

I watch you sleep
each and every in and exhale
a precious gift.
Memorizing the curve of your lower lip - I think you have my lips -
admiring the miraculous - tiny nose
eyes, ears, fingers and toes.
There must be a tiny slip-of-a-soul
buried in your small frame. Though
I can't see it, I know it is there.
The wonder of tiny you - smaller than life - I won't forget as you grow.
Someday when you are large I will slip in to watch you sleep,
already knowing the curve of your lip - yes, you have my lips -
admiring how you've grown - nose
eyes, ears, fingers and toes.
Your soul knit with mine
and I will never - not once! -
complain about the noise, the dirt
the laundry, the expense and the work.
For as I watch you sleep
I know you are worth every drop of blood He paid
and after that, what can I ever have to say?
Sleep on, beautiful blessing,
reminder of the God who Heals.