My son lies peacefully

On sheets cool and crisp.  

He’s fresh from his bath,

And he speaks with a lisp.

He quickly signals to me

To sit upon his bed.

I put my arms around him

As his favorite book is read.

His head lies near my heart.

Love wells within my chest.

He calls me his daddy,

And he says, “You’re the best.”

There is nothing I love more

Than the words my son said,

As I read him a book,

And I put him to bed.

Yu/stan/kema.