Listening to the Rain

a poem written for Kansaspoet's contest

He is sleeping in my arms
growing so fast, I can't imagine
since the day of his birth
is still in my mind.

But yet, he rests and I am awake
guarding over him as he
gave me his trust and love
and I'm listening to the rain.

I'm listening to the rain
and its melody is gently
weaving me into dreamland
where I can play with him,
he, who is sleeping in my arms.