She is the Dream Weaver as she rocks to sleep,
The precious one she’s in charge to keep.
She’s captured her heart in an unseen place,
An expression of love worn upon her face.
Entrusted comfort is left unsaid,
As she pillows her shoulder this tiny head.
That which is unspoken will always be there,
A special bond they will always share.
She is the Dream Weaver and she rocks to sleep,
A love in her heart she will always keep.
For these precious moments she is gifted to find,
A moment she will treasure forever in time.
Written for my Daugher Amy & Granddaughter Jodi 2013
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