Archives for September 4, 2015

Sleeping Angel

Sleeping AngelAs I enter the darkened room, I have only the dim light of the moon’s sky to guide me. Softly the carpet beneath my feet mute my moving soul, my breathing unheard. Looking down, I watch Jack, my sleeping angel, oblivious to my silent tears as he sleeps in his cot. I find him asleep in the same manner every night no matter how tightly I tuck his little blankets over him he gets out and will lay on top of them, his little bum facing the sky and his cherub face buried deep in the warmth of his blankets. There is a huge lump building in my throat as I watch him breath in and out life, I pick up his favorite blanket and tuck it around his little body keeping him warm under the moons gentle glow. [Read more…]