Behold A Cherub Sleeping
Quietly I crept in
To behold a cherub sleeping
Dreaming like an angel
On a cloud all of his making
Baby scented pillows
Pooh bear blanket in his tiny clasp
It’s these distinct moments
I treasure and will forever grasp
Billows of tears fill my eyes
Knowing it’s only been three years
Since his birth, a great surprise
Yet I can’t hold back the tears
Twinkle, twinkle my little one
Your blue eyes light up my night
I love you to the moon and back
Soon things will be alright
I wonder what you’re doing
As you yawn and contently slumber
Are you singing with the angels
Drumming up a roaring thunder
Are you signing star and sharing
Your laughter or your prayers
Are you dreaming of tomorrow
So much to do through the coming years
May my love fill the holes
In your tiny heart
For you have filled my life
Thrown true love right off the chart
Who said you have to be of my womb
To love you as I do
Each day you are my miracle
Teaching me as I teach you
Sh! Go back to your little dreams
We’ll wipe the sleepies from your eyes
Tomorrow will come soon enough
So will brighter skies
© April 18, 2007
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Atrial septal defect, coloboma, patent ductus arteriosis, and Down syndrome are all just a small portion of the child’s medical records. This bright eyed toddler faces heart repairs and his adoptive Mom cherishes each and every second of his life. He may not be from her womb, but the love is astounding not only in this poem, but in their daily life. Suzanne DeRemer Floyd shares the love of her son through this poem with the hope of touching others in similar circumstances.
Noah dances around the room singing and signing “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”. From his quick movements you’d never know he needed his holes closed up in his heart.
His thirst for life and laughter is catchy and inspiring to his family and the world around him. His inner light shines through the rosy glow on his pudgy little cheeks. He enthusiastically waves hello to everyone he meets.
Tomorrow pediatric cardiologists will be informing his parents of the choices to close his holes in his heart. When faced with these decisions, Noah’s mom can only appreciate what is happening today. She states, “Tomorrow seems too far away. So you grasp tightly onto moments of a slumbering baby hoping tomorrow brings a brighter future with it. Noah doesn’t need to worry, his entire family worries and prays for him. Heart catheterization or open heart surgery isn’t something you find yourself looking forward to. You begin gathering information, hoping to meet other parents who have gone through the same experience. You think of the days ahead, dreading the unknown, but knowing your child is counting on you no matter what is thrown on your plate. He is our teacher in many ways. He’s educated us, and given us insight into our own strengths and limitations.
He’s our special angel and our lives will never be the same because of him.”
