Richard W. Reith


Andrea, your sleep brings heaven to earth
As I watch your chest gently fall and rise
Quietly, my hand softly brushes away
A hair from your face, a tear from your eye.

I gaze in awe. The perfection that’s you
Brings insight to God,
The wonder of life,
Peace that seeing life’s continuum brings,
Joy in love’s product of my son and his wife.

May I have this moment forever in time,
To study the lessons God shows in your face?
Of the innocence, trusting, honesty pure –
Given us all, yet we refuse to embrace?

Take it slowly, sweet baby, there is no haste,
The sands of time fall too quickly, you’ll learn.
Every day that passes cannot be replaced,
Treasure each moment, they’ll never return.