I wrote this years ago when my babies were babies…

When the moon shines high through the big bay window, I climb into your bed and move a pillow. 

Your arms are stretched high above your head with warm rosy cheeks you sigh in your bed. 

I see you lying perfectly still after your day of nonstop energy and thrill.

You sleep and dream of new days to come and will wake bright and early to continue the fun.

You have no knowledge about what I do next although it happens each night like a blinking reflex.  

I steal a kiss, or two, or three maybe four. Then sneak out of your room and close the door. 

I stop and marvel at your perfection and bliss.  I’m the luckiest mom to have stolen a kiss.