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My son, my son.
Stir not fitfully in your sleep.
Dream gently, sleep soundly.
Rest, rest.

I'll just stand here a little while
and watch
the soft rise and fall of your chest
and listen,
listen to the gentle whisper of your breath.

I've done this a thousand nights.
No, more.
Stepped quietly through your doorway
to reassure myself
that you were still there.
My precious, precious son.

Still with me
while your dreams took you
on adventures
and a fine sheen of perspiration
swept across your face.

Too soon you are going from me.
Tomorrow comes,
marching in,
swaggering triumphantly on my thoughts.
You go away tomorrow.

The day I've dreaded comes,
too soon, too soon,
and I, I am sick at heart.

I will give you my blessing.
Grow tall inside.
Love life and light and music.
Remember to laugh, have courage to cry.
Lift up others.
Run and dance and play.
Take pride in all you do.
Remember your roots.
Listen to your heart.
Embrace life.
Hug and kiss and comfort.
Keep the eyes of your heart
and the eyes of your spirit open.
Talk to God
and listen.
Walk with God,
justly, humbly,
in gratitude and appreciation.
Take what you need
and give off the top.
Share your heart.
Be worthy of respect.
Smell the flowers
and touch the earth along your way.

Someday you'll be a man, my son.
Copyright 1995
Charlene Elizabeth Fairchild

DEDICATED TO BRANDON,DIXIE, AND CHANDLER!! Love Mommy Teddy Bear, soft squishy guy Pleasant picture--tear to my eye. Tools in the basement, kids stop by Sharing knowledge, sweet by and by. Sewing her clothes, sharpens the seam Sweet face, eyes--misty green, Lovely lady, cuddles him warm Little red box, love letters of war. Stories from Grand dad, bounce on knee Chocolate face, both him and me, Walking the breakwater--waves over wall Running fast, wet clothes in the hall. Fresh jam for bread, peas from pod Nature filled apron, treasures from God, Oh Grandma--doily so nice Love on the table, void of price. Piano, Violin, music so bold Family traits--our elders of old, Frozen in time, prairie peace Memories guarded--heavens valise.
	Chandler, We love you! There are so many people thinking nice thoughts about you and wishing you a quick, easy recovery and I'm one of them!
BRANDON, DIXIE, AND CHANDLER
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	NEVER ALONE-EEYORE'S LULLABY Lay your head down to bed Let your slumber sleep your cares away In your dreams chase moonbeams All the way across the milky way And as you rest in the nest that we've made for you We'll caress and keep you blessed Never alone for the whole night through Go to sleep Dont you weep Tomorow's gonna be tomorow's gonna be Tomorow's gonna be a brand new day And as you rest in the nest that we've made for you We'lll caress and keep you blessed Never alone for the whole night through Go to sleep Dont you weep Tomorrow's gonna be tomorrow's gonna be Tomorrow's gonna be a brand new day
My son, my son. Stir not fitfully in your sleep. Dream gently, sleep soundly. Rest, rest. I'll just stand here a little while and watch the soft rise and fall of your chest and listen, listen to the gentle whisper of your breath. I've done this a thousand nights. No, more. Stepped quietly through your doorway to reassure myself that you were still there. My precious, precious son. Still with me while your dreams took you on adventures and a fine sheen of perspiration swept across your face. Too soon you are going from me. Tomorrow comes, marching in, swaggering triumphantly on my thoughts. You go away tomorrow. The day I've dreaded comes, too soon, too soon, and I, I am sick at heart. I will give you my blessing. Grow tall inside. Love life and light and music. Remember to laugh, have courage to cry. Lift up others. Run and dance and play. Take pride in all you do. Remember your roots. Listen to your heart. Embrace life. Hug and kiss and comfort. Keep the eyes of your heart and the eyes of your spirit open. Talk to God and listen. Walk with God, justly, humbly, in gratitude and appreciation. Take what you need and give off the top. Share your heart. Be worthy of respect. Smell the flowers and touch the earth along your way. Someday you'll be a man, my son. Copyright 1995 Charlene Elizabeth Fairchild

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